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, goodwill to men,
From Heaven’s all-gracious King!
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
2 But 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 For lo! the days are hastening 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 splendours fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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First Line: | It came upon the midnight clear |
Author: | Edmund Hamilton Sears (1810-76) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The Lord Jesus Christ: Birth |