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.
and still their heavenly music floats o'er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hov'ring wings.
And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.
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.