It c Am ame up F on a m C idnight clear
That g F lorious s C ong of ol E d
From Am angels be F nding n C ear the earth
To to F uch their h G arps of Am gold
"Peace E7 on the earth, good w Am ill to men
From he G aven's all gracious K Em ing;"
The w Am orld in so F lemn st C illness lay,
To h F ear the a G ngels Am sing (repeat)
Additional Verses:
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.
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.
Sixpence None The Richer
