Choir version can be found here.
It came upon a 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.
Still through 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.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel strain have rolled two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not the love-song which they bring;
Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife and hear the 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.
Oh, 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 Christ shall come and all shall own the Prince of Peace, their King,
And saints shall meet Him in the air, and with the angels sing.