It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

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1. 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 allgracious King”—
   The world in solemn stillness lay
   To hear the angels sing.

2. 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.

3. And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
   Whose forms are bending low,
   Who toil along the climbing way
   With painful step and slow,—
   Look up! for glad and golden hours
   Come swiftly on the wing:
   O, rest beside the weary road
   And hear the angels sing.

4. 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 give back the song
   Which now the angels sing.