It Came Upon a Midnight Clear - Young Oceans

Lo, the days are hastening on

By prophet bards foretold

When with the ever circling year

Comes round the age of gold

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling

And the whole world give back the song

Which now the angels sing

Yet with the woe 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

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 heaven’s all gracious King

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing