“It came upon a midnight clear, 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.”

Lord, may we hear this glorious sound! “Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful wings unfurled, and still their heavenly music floats, over 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.”