It came upon the midnight clear
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It came upon the midnight clear,
that glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
to touch their harps of gold;
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
from heaven s all gracious King."
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 unfurled,
And still their heavenly music
floats o e r all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
they bend on hovering wing,
And ever over its Babel sounds
the blessed angels sing.
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Yet with the woes of sin and strife
the world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel strain
have rolled two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man,
hears not the love song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
and hear the angels sing.
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And 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!
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For lo! the days are hastening on,
by prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever circling years
comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
which now the angels sing.