It Came Upon The Midnight Clear sing and play along

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 heaven's allgracious 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.