[Capo: +3 to sing with hymnbook]
E A D G B E
G: 3 2 0 0 0 3
C: x 3 2 0 1 0
A7: 0 0 2 0 2 0
D: x x 0 2 3 2
B: x 2 4 4 4 x
Em: 0 2 2 0 0 0
G C G C A7 D
It came up - on a midnight clear, that glorious song of old,
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings un – furled,
For lo! The days are hast'ning on, by prophets seen of old,
G C G C D7 G
From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold:
And still their heav'nly music floats o'er all the weary world.
When with the ever circling years shall come the time fore - told,
B Em D A7 D
“Peace on the earth, good will to men From heav'n's all gracious King.”
A – bove its sad and lowly plains they bend on hov'ring wing,
When the new heav'n and earth shall own the Prince of Peace their King,
G C G C D7 G
The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.
And ever o'er its babel sounds the blessed angels sing.
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.
