It Came Upon The Midnight Clear - Jars Of Clay

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

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

O hush the noise ye men of strife

And hear the angels sing

All 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

O rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing