The song the her­ald an­gels sang,
O’er Beth­le­hem’s star­lit plain,
Still ech­oes in the heart of man,
A glad­some sweet re­frain,
A glad­some sweet re­frain.
Peace, peace on earth, good will to men,
Our Fa­ther reigns su­preme,
And love fills all the uni­verse,
Evil is but a dream.

Thro’ all these long mil­len­nia,
This song of peace and love,
Has breathed its balm of bless­ing,
And hov­ered like a dove,
And hov­ered like a dove.
Above the rest­less pulse of man,
Bidding his pas­sions cease,
Till war and strife are end­ed,
And na­tions dwell in peace.

Thro’ all the ag­es yet to come,
’Twill whis­per sweet and low,
If man but love his bro­ther man,
’Tis Heav’n be­gun below,
’Tis Heav’n be­gun below.
And so with song and ra­di­ance,
The way will grow more bright,
Till the star that shines o’er Beth­le­hem,
Fills all the world with light.