It came upon a 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 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 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.   Oh 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    Oh rest beside the weary road  and  hear   the    an     sing      (Slowing)   And  hear   the    an     sing