文本歌词

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 heaven's gracious king
The world in solemn stillness lay
to hear the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies they come
with peaceful wings unfurl
And still their heavenly music floats
Oh'er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains
they bend on hovering wing
And oh its Babeling some sounds
the blessed angels sing.
Oh you 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
to hear the angels sing.