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It Came upon the Midnight Clear

 
 

     1.      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, good will to men,
             from heaven's all-gracious King."
             The world in solemn stillness lay,
             to hear the angels sing.

     2.      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.

     3.      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!

     4.      For lo! the days are hastening on,
             by prophet seen of old,
             when with the ever-circling years
             shall come the time foretold
             when peace shall over all the earth
             its ancient splendors fling,
             and the whole world send back the song
             which now the angels sing.

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