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 heaven's all-gracious King.
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing,
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!
Hear the angels sing!
Writer/s: Edmund Hamilton Sears / Richard Storrs Willis