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, goodwill to men, 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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Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl
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And still their heavenly music floats, O'er all the weary world.
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Above it's sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing
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And ever o'er it's Babel sounds the blessed angels sing
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Blessed angels sing
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O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low
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Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow
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Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
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O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing
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And hear the angels sing
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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
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| Aaron Neville |
