Tommee Profitt,Brooke - It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

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, good will to men
From heaven's all-gracious King"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing

Oh, hear the angels sing
Oh, hear the angels sing
"Our King has come"

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 man, hears not
The love song which they bring
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing

Oh, hear the angels sing
Oh, hear the angels sing
"Our King has come"

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
Oh, rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing

Oh, hear the angels sing
Oh, hear the angels sing
"Our King has come"