Monday, September 8, 2008
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
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 heav’ns 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 heav’nly music floats
O’er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hov’ring wing.
And ever o’er its Bable sounds
The blessed angels sing.
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.
For, Lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophets bards foretold;
When with the every circling years
Comes ‘round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
It’s ancient splendor fling,
And all the world give back the song
Which now the angles sing.
Text: Edmund H. Sears
Music: Richard S. Willis.