It came upon a Midnight clear

It came upon a midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth, good will to men
From heav'n all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the Angels sing

Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
 And still their hevenly music floats
O'er all the weary world
Above it's sad and lowly plains
 They bend on hoverin wing
And ever o'er the Babel sounds
 The blessed Angels sing