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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
goodwill to men
From heavens 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 heavenly
music floats
O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er its 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
Oh 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 the 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.