It came upon a midnight clear




It came up-on - a mid-night clear, 
That glo-ri-ous song - of old, 
From an-gels bend--ing near the earth 
To touch their harps - of gold; 
"Peace on the earth, - good will to men, 
From heav-en's all gra--cious King." 
The world in sol--emn still-ness lay 
To hear the an--gels sing.  

Still through the clo--ven skies they came, 
With peace--ful wings - un-furled, 
And still their hea-ven-ly mu-sic floats 
O'er all the wea--ry world; 
A-bove its sad - and low-ly plains 
They bend - on hov-er-ing wing, 
And e-ver o'er - its Ba-bel sounds 
The bles-sed an--gels sing.  

O ye, be-neath - life's crush-ing load, 
Whose forms - are bend--ing low, 
Who toil a-long - the climb-ing way, 
With pain-ful steps - and slow; 
Look now, for glad - and gold-en hours 
Come swift--ly on - the wing:  
O rest be-side - the wea-ry road, 
And hear the an--gels sing!  

For lo!  the days - are haste-ning on, 
By pro--phets seen - of old, 
When with the e--ver cir-cling years, 
Shall come the time - for-told, 
When the new hea-ven and earth shall own 
The Prince - of Peace - their King, 
And - the whole world send back the song 
Which now the an--gels sing.


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