13 acessos
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.
Still through the coven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
Ans 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.
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.
To hear the angels sing.
To hear the angels sing.