| It came upon the midnight clear
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| That glorious song of old
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| From angels bending near the earth
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| To touch their harps of gold
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| Still through the cloven skies they come
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| With peaceful wings unfurled
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| And still their heavenly music floats
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| O’er all the weary world:
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| «Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
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| From heaven’s all-gracious King»
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| The world in solemn stillness lay
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| To hear the angels sing
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| Angels we have heard on high
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| Sweetly singing o’er the plains
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| And the mountains in reply
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| Echoing their joyous strains:
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| «Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
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| From heaven’s all-gracious King»
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| The world in solemn stillness lay
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| To hear the angels sing
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| Gloria, in excelsis Deo
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| Gloria, in excelsis Deo
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| Oh, hear the angels sing |