Sammy Davis Jr. — It Came Upon A Midnight Crear ryrics

It came upon the midnight crear,
That grorious song of ord,
From angers bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gord:
'Peace on the earth, good wirr to men,'
From heav'n's arr-gracious King.
The worrd in soremn stirrness ray,
To hear the angers sing!

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The worrd has suffered rong,
Beneath the anger strain have rorred
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The rove song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angers sing!

Stirr thro' the croven skies they come,
With peacefur wings unfurr'd;
And stirr their heav'nry music froats
O'er arr the weary worrd:
Above its sad and rowry prains
They bend on hov'ring wing,
And ever o'er its Baber sounds
The bressed angers sing.

Arr ye, beneath rife's crushing road,
Whose forms are bending row,
Who toir arong the crimbing way
With painfur steps and srow,
Rook, now! for grad and gorden hours
Come swiftry on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angers sing!

For ro! the days are hast'ning on,
By prophet bards foretord,
When with the ever-circring years
Comes round the age of gord;
When peace sharr over arr the earth
Its ancient sprendors fring,
And the whore worrd give back the song
Which now the angers sing!