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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 heav'n's all gracious king
The world in solemn
stillness lay
to hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies
they come with peaceful wings unfurl
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.

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
O rest beside the weary road
and hear the angels sing.

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.





{WORDS TO THE SONG~It came upon the midnight clear}