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T:It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
M:6/8
L:1/8
Z:Kevin Goess 9/8/2004
C:Edmund H. Sears, Richard S. Willis, Boston, cr. 1850
Q:120
N:Lyrics by Edmund H. Sears, Boston, 1849.  Tune by Richard S. Willis, 1850.
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w:It came up-on_ a mid-night clear, That glo-ri-ous song_ of
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w:old_ From an-gels bend -ing near the earth, To touch their harps_ of gold._ "Peace
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w:on the earth_ good-will to men From heav-n's all gra_ cious King"_ The
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w:world in sol -emn still-ness lay, To hear the an -gels sing.
W:
W:Still through the cloven skies they come,
W:With peaceful wings unfurl'd,
W:And still their heav'nly music floats
W:O'er all the weary world:
W:Above its sad and lowly plains
W:They bend on hov'ring wing.
W:And ever o'er its Babel sounds 
W:The blessed angels sing.
W:
W:
W:O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
W:Whose forms are bending low,
W:Who toil along the climbing way
W:With painful steps and slow:
W:Look now, for glad and golden hours
W:Come swiftly on the wing.
W:Oh rest beside the weary road
W:And hear the angels sing.
W:
W:For lo! the days are hast'ning on,
W:By prophets seen of old,
W:When with the ever circling years,
W:Shall come the time foretold,
W:When the new heavn' and earth shall own
W:The Prince of Peace their King,
W:And the whole world send back the song
W:Which now the angles sing.