| It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old
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| From angels bending near the Earth to touch their harps of gold
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| Peace on Earth, good will to men from Heaven’s all-gracious King
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| The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
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| Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered long
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| Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled two thousand years of wrong
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| And man at war with man hears not the tidings which they bring
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| O hush the noise ye men of strife and hear the angels sing
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| For lo, the days are hastening on by prophets seen of old
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| When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
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| When peace shall over all the Earth it’s ancient splendors fling
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| And the whole world give back the song which now the angles sing
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| O hear the angels sing |