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
It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold Still through the cloven skies
It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From Angels playing near the earth To touch their harps of gold Peace on the earth could will
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
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
Words by Edmund H. Sears Music by Richard S. Willis It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch
Peace on the earth, good will to men It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps
It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels playing near the Earth To touch their harps of gold Peace on the Earth could will
It came upon a midnight clear That glorious song of old From Angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold (To touch their harps of gold) (
It came upon the midnight clear that glorious song of all From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold Peace on the earth goodwill
Angels, hear the angels sing It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old (Song of old) From angels bending near the earth To touch their
(Edmund H. Sears (1810-1876), 1849) It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth With news of joy foretold
Lyrics and Music by Rev. E. Hamilton Sears Angels Hear the angels sing -- It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old (song of old) From
It came upon a midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold Still through the cloven skies
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