Lyrics Moira Dela Torre – It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Text:
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl
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
O 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 angel sing
And hear the angel sing
Hear the angel sing
Hear the angel sing
Hear the angel sing
Hear the angel sing
Hear the angel sing