Music: Richard S Willis
Words: Edmund H Sears
From: Guitar Picker (

It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

It [C] came u[F]pon the [C] mid[F]night [C] clear, 
that [F] glorious [D] song of [G] old,
From [C] angels [F] bending [C] near [F] the [C] earth, 
to [F] touch their [G] harps of [C] gold;
"Peace [E] on the earth, good [Am] will to men, 
from [D] heaven's all [D7] gracious [G] King."
The [C] world in [F] solemn [C] still[F]ness [C] lay, 
to [F] hear the [G] angels [C] sing.

Still through the cloven skies 
they come with peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats 
over all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains, 
they bend on hovering wing,
And ever over its Babel sounds 
the blessed angels sing.

But with the woes of sin and strife 
the world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel strain have rolled 
two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with with man, 
hears not the love song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife 
and hear the 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 prophet seen of old,
When with the ever circling years 
shall come the time foretold
When peace shall over all the earth 
its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song 
which now the angels sing.