“Peace on the earth, good-will to men From heaven's all-gra - cious King;" The world in sol-emo still-ness lay To hear the an- gels sing. A - men. 2 Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; 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. 3 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 angels sing. 4 By prophets seen of old, Shall come the time foretold, The Prince of Peace their King, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. Amen. EDMUND HAMILTON SBARS He is here, Whom seers in old time chanted of, while ages ran; Evermore and evermore. 3 Evermore and evermore. 4 TT. JOHN MASON NEALE |