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, goodwill 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, 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 Blessed angels sing O 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 And hear the angels singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
