It came upon the midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels playing near the earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the earth could will two 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'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

Come swiftly on the wing

Oh rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing

It Came Upon the Midnight Clear - Royal Philharmonic Orchestra