It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

From heaven's gracious King
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
From angels bending near the Earth

Still through the cloven skies they come
Two thousand years of wrong
And hear the angels sing

Over all the weary world

With peaceful wings unfurled
O, hush the noise ye men of strife
Peace on Earth, good will to men
To touch their harps of gold
And still their heavenly music floats

Beneath the blessed angel strain have rolled