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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:
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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.

Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.