| It Came Upon A Midnight Clear |
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| It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old |
| From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold |
| Peace on the earth goodwill to men from heav’n all gracious King |
| The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing |
| For lo the days are hast’ning on by prophets seen of old |
| When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold |
| When the new heav’n and earth shall on the Prince of peace their king |
| And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing |
