| It came upon a 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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| Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
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| From Heaven’s gracious King
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| The world in silent stillness lay
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| To hear the angels sing
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| Through the starless night they come
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| With peaceful wings unfolded
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| And still their heavenly music floats
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| Over the weary world
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| Above its sad and lowly plains
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| They bend on lofting wings
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| And over the aching hearts of men
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| The blessed angels sing
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| A great and mighty wonder
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| A full and blessed cure
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| A rose is come to blossom
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| Which shall for us, endure
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| The word is dwelled among us
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| The true light from on high
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| And cherubim sing anthems
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| To shepards from the sky |