It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold,
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long,
Beneath the angel strain have rolled,
Two thousand 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 angels sing
Hear the angels sing

And ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing,
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

Hear the angels sing
Hear the angels sing

Hallelujah, Christ the Savior is born
Hallelujah, Christ the Savior is born
Hallelujah, Christ the Savior is born
Hallelujah, Christ the Savior is born