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.
. . .
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 haev'n and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.