It Came Upon a Midnight Clear - Christian Bautista

It came upon the midnight clear

The glorious song of old

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the earth, goodwill to men

From heavens 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 heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing

And ever o'er its babel sounds

The blessed angels sing

O 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

Cone swiftly on the wing

Oh rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing

For lo! the days are hastening on

By prophets seen of old

When with the ever circling years

Shall come the time foretold

When the new heaven and earth shall own

The Prince of Peace, their King

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing