It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

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It came upon a midnight clear, that glorious song of old 
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From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold: 
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"Peace on the earth, goodwill      to    men, from heav'n's all-gracious King." 
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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, 
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And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world. 
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Above its sad and lowly plains, they bend on hovering wing; 
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And ever o'er its Babel sound the blessed angels sing. 
 
 
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And ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low, 
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Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow, 
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Look now!  for gad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing. 
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O rest beside the weary road, and hear the angels sing. 
 
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For lo, the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old, 
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When, with the ever-circling years, shall come the time foretold, 
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When the new heaven and earth shall own The Prince of Peace their King, 
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And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.