| 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 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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| 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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| Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
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| The Prince of Peace, their king
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| And the whole world sings back the song
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| Which now the angels sing
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| Holy, Holy
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| Holy, Holy
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| Holy, Holy
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| Holy, Holy
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| Holy, Holy
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| Holy, Holy
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| Holy, Holy
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| Holy, Holy
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| Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
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| From heaven’s all gracious King!
|
| The world in solemn stillness lay
|
| To hear the angels sing
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| 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 |