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Song Lyrics
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 heaven’s all-gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
And 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 gol den hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary load, and hear the angels sing
And lo, the days are hastening on, by prophet seen of old
When, with the ever circling years, shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of Peace their King
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing
Words public domain
Possible occasions for this song and specific keywords: Christmas
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