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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, good will 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. 


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. 

Yet with the woes of sin and strife 
The world hath suffered long; 
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled 
Two thousand years of wrong; 
And man, at war with man, hears not 
The love song which they bring: 
O hush the noise, ye men of strife, 
And hear the angels sing. 

For lo! the days are hastening on, 
By prophet bards foretold, 
When, with the ever-circling years, 
Shall come the Age of Gold; 
When peace shall over all the earth 
It s ancient splendors fling, 
And all the world give back the song 
Which now the angels sing.