"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heav'n's 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.

Oh 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.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the heav’nly hymn have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;

And warring humankind hears not
The tidings which they bring;
Oh hush the noise and cease your strife
And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever circling years,
Shall come the time foretold,

When peace shall over all the Earth,
It’s ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song,
Which now the angels sing.