The Presbyterian Hymnal: Hymns, Psalms, and Spiritual Songs

38

It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

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 all,
    From heaven's all gracious King":
    The world in solemn stillness lay,
    To hear the angels sing.

2.  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.

3.  And 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 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 splendors fling,
    And the whole world give back the song
    Which now the angels sing.

WORDS: Edmund Hamilton Sears, 1849
MUSIC: Richard Storrs Willis, 1850
Scripture: Luke 2:14
Theme: Christmas