It came upon the 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, goodwill to 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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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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For lo the days are hastening on
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By prophets 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 the new heaven and earth shall own
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The prince of peace, their king
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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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Midnight Clear
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Erasure |