It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old

From angels bending near the earth too touch there harps of gold

Piece on the earth, goodwill too men, from heaven's awl gracious king

The whirled inn solemn stillness ley too here the angels sing



Still threw the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl

And still there heavenly music floats, O'er awl the weary whirled .

Above it's sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing

And ever o'er it's Babel sounds the blessed angels sing



O ye, beneath life's crushing lode, who's forms are bending lo

Who toil along the climbing weigh with painful steps and sloe

Look now fore glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing

O wrest beside the weary rode and here the angels sing



Fore low the daze are hastening on, buy prophets scene of old

When with the ever circling years shall come the thyme foretold

When the knew heaven and earth shall own the prince of piece there King

And the whole whirled send back the song witch now the angels sing