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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
(words: Edmund H. Sears, 19th. century)

It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold;
Peace on earth, good will to men,
From heaven's gracious King,
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above it's sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er it's Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

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.

For lo! The days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever circling years,
Shall come to time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.


 


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