It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear - Pat Boone

It came upon a 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 hands 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 it's sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing

And ever o'er it's Babel sounds the blessed angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on

By prophet seen of old

When with the ever circling years

Shall come the time foretold

And all the black the that shape old

Of peace of is that earth

And now the world send back the song

Which now the angels sing