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 goodwill to men From heavens 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编辑于2021/03/14更新