It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

「あめなる神には　みさかえあれ
地に住む人には　やすきあれ」と
み使いこぞりて　ほむる歌は
静かにふけゆく　夜にひびけり

Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And 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.

今なおみ使い　翼をのべ
疲れしこの世を　おおい守り
かなしむ都に　なやむひなに
慰めあたうる　歌をうたう

O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

重荷を負いつつ　世の旅路に
悩める人々　かしらをあげ
栄えあるこの日を　たたえ歌う
楽しき歌声　ききていこえ

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.

み使いの歌う　やすききたり
ひさしく聖徒の　待ちしくにに
主イェスを平和の　君とあがめ
あまねく世の民　高く歌わん