It

came

u-

pon

the

mid-

night

clear,

That

glo-

ri-

ous

song

of

old

From

an-

gels

ben-

ding

near

the

earth

To

touch

their

harps

of

gold

Peace

on

the

earth,

good-

will

to

men,

From

Hea-

ven's

all

gra-

cious

King

The

world

in

so-

lemn

still-

ness

lay

To

hear

the

an-

gels

sing

Still

through

the

clo-

ven

skies

They

come

With

peace-

ful

wings

un-

furl

And

still

Their

hea-

ven-

ly

mu-

sic

floats

O'er

all

the

wea-

ry

world

A-

bove

its

sad

and

low-

ly

plains

They

bend

on

ho-

ve-

ring

wing

And

e-

ver

o'er

its

Ba-

bel

sounds

The

bles-

sed

an-

gels

sing

The

bles-

sed

an-

gels

sing