For to us a Child s born, to us a Son is given; and the government shall be
upon His shoulder, and His name shall be called, Wonderful Counselor,
Mighty God, Everlasting Father of Eternity, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6)
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.
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 hast'ning on
By prophets seen of old
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold.
When the new heav'n and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
"It Came Upon A Midnight Clear"
(1849)
Edmund Hamilton Sears
(1810-1876)
American minister and hymnwriter
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