It came upon a midnight clear,
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that glorious song of old,
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from angels bending near the earth
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to touch their harps of gold:
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"Peace on the earth, and good will toward men,
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from heaven's all-gracious King."
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The world in solemn stillness lay,
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to hear the angels sing.
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lyrics unsung:
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Still through the cloven skies they come
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with peaceful wings unfurled,
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and still their heavenly music floats
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o'er all the weary world;
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above its sad and lowly plains,
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they bend on hovering wing,
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and ever o'er its Babel sounds
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the blessed angels sing.
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And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
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whose forms are bending low,
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who toil along the climbing way
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with painful steps and slow,
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look now! for glad and golden hours
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come swiftly on the wing.
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O rest beside the weary road,
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and hear the angels sing!
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For lo! the days are hastening on,
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by prophet seen of old,
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when with the ever-circling years
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shall come the time foretold
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when peace shall over all the earth
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its ancient splendors fling,
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and the whole world send back the song
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which now the angels sing.
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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
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Allison Crowe |