First Verse
It came up-on___the mid-night clear,
That glo-rious song_of old,
From an-gels bend-ing near the earth
To touch their harps_of gold:
"Peace on the earth__godd-will___to men
From heav'n's_all - grac-ious King!"
The world__in sol-emn still-ness lay__
To hear the an-gels sing.

Second Verse
Still through the clo-ven skies they come,
With peace-ful wings un-furled;
And still their heav'n'ly mu-sic floats
O'er all the wea-ry world;
A-bove its sad__and low-ly plains
They bend__on ho-v'ring wing;
And ev-er o'er__its Ba-bel sounds_
The bless-ed an-gels sing.

Third Verse
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Be-eath the an-gel strain have rolled
Two thou-sand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the an-gels sing!

Fourth Verse
For lo! the days are hast'ning on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Comes round the age of golf;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.