Kini surga tetap buka, turunlah malaikatNya.
Pujian masih terdengarlah, letih lesu lenyaplah.
Malaikat buka sayapnya, tilik duka dunia.
Di atas kacau dunia dengar malak nyanyi.

Manusia penuh sengsara, tertindas beban dosa.
Selalu banyak rintangan bagai pegunungan.
Rindu zama keemasan seg'ra akan tiba.
'Kan mendapat perhentian dengar malak nyanyi.

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 over its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing.

And 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.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

For lo! The days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.