It came upon the midnight clear (adapted & arr. Sullivan; descant Willcocks) (1997 - Remaster)

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

Still through the cloven skies they come

With peaceful wings unfurl

And still their heavenly music floats

Over all the weary world

Above it's sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing

And ever over it's Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing

Yet 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

For lo the days are hastening on

By prophets seen of old

When with the ever-circling years

Shall come the time foretold

When the new heaven and earth shall own

The Prince of Peace their King

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing

It came upon the midnight clear (desc Willcocks) - Sir David Willcocks