1. It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of gold:"Peace on the earth, good will to menFrom heav'n's all-gracious King."The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.
2. Still thru the cloven skies they comeWith peaceful wings unfurled,And still their heav'nly music floatsO'er all the weary world.Above its sad and lowly plainsThey bend on hov'ring wing,And ever o'er its babel soundsThe blessed angels sing.
3. For lo! the days are hast'ning on,By prophets seen of old,When with the ever-circling yearsShall come the time foretold,When the new heav'n and earth shall ownThe Prince of Peace their King,And the whole world send back the songWhich now the angels sing.
Text: Edmund H. Sears, 1810-1876Music: Richard S. Willis, 1819-1900
- Hymn Number
- Richard S. Willis, 1819-1900
- Edmund H. Sears, 1810-1876
- Luke 2:8-17, Alma 5:50
- CMD (Common Meter Doubled)
- 8 6 8 6 8 6 8 6
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