It Came upon the Midnight Clear


It Came upon the Midnight Clear


1. 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 heav’n’s all-gracious King.”

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing.

2. Still thru the cloven skies they come

With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heav’nly music floats

O’er all the weary world.

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hov’ring wing,

And ever o’er its babel sounds

The blessed angels sing.

3. 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.

Text: Edmund H. Sears, 1810–1876

Music: Richard S. Willis, 1819–1900

Luke 2:8–17

Alma 5:50