It Came Upon The Midnight Clear

	  		


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It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old 
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From angels bending near the Earth, to touch their harps of gold 
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Peace on the Earth and goodwill to men,  
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From heaven?s all gracious king 
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The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing 

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Verse 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 


Verse 3:
 
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