It Came Upon the Midnight Clear - Traditional
Send Wishes with Message Magic in Your Language.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 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.
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.
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;
O rest beside the weary road,
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 whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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 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.
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.
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;
O rest beside the weary road,
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 whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
Song Information
| Song Title | It Came Upon the Midnight Clear |
| Artist | Traditional |
| Lyricist | Richard Storrs Willis |
| Composer | Edmund Sears |
| Year | 1849 | More Info | Wikipedia | Find Songs | Home |
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear Meaning
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear lyrics were written by a Unitarian minister during a time of social unrest emphasizing the hope that the peace on earth good will to men promised by the angels will one day be fully realized. The song It Came Upon the Midnight Clear acknowledges the weary world and the crushing load of human struggle but calls us to hush the noise and hear the angels sing. By singing these lyrics believers reflect on the ongoing need for reconciliation and the transformative power of the Christmas message to bring rest to the heavy-hearted and peace to the nations.
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