From the Album: Sinatra/Crosby/Cole: It's Christmas Time
Recorded: 12/28/47 – 7/10/57
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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 heav'n'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 its sad and lowly plains
they bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
the 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.
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 new heaven and earth
shall own the prince of peace their King
And the whole world send back
the song which now the angels sing.