1.	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, good will to men," 
	From heav'n's all-gracious King. 
	The world in solemn stillness lay, 
	To hear the angels sing. 

2.	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! 

3.	All 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: 
	O rest beside the weary road, 
	And hear the angels sing! 

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