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It Came upon the Midnight Clear
Words by Edmund H. Sears
Music by Richard S. Willis

Luke 2:13

    1. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
    2. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

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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 earth, goodwill to men,
          From heav'n's all 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 heav'nly music floats
          O'er all the weary world;
          Above its sad and lowly plains,
          They bend on hov'ring wing;
          And ever o'er its Babel sounds,
          The blessed angels sing.

          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.

          For lo, the days are hast'ning on,
          By prophet bards foretold,
          When with the ever circling years,
          Come round the age of gold;
          When peace shall over all the earth,
          Its ancient splendors fling.
          And the whole world give back the song,
          Which now the angels sing.


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