| 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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| Peace on the earth goodwill to men
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| From heavens 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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| O ye beneath life’s crushing load
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| Whose forms are bending low
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| Who toil along the climbing way
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| With painful steps and slow
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| Look now for glad and golden hours
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| Come swiftly on the wing
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| Oh rest beside the weary road
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| And hear the angels sing
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| For lo! |
| the days are hastening on
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| By prophets seen of old
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| When with the ever-circling years
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| Shall come the time foretold
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| When the new heaven and earth shall own
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| The Prince of Peace, the King
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| And the whole world send back the song
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| Which now the angels sing |