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It came upon the 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 and goodwill to men,
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From heaven?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
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
Verse 3:
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
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