X:1 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. K:Bb F | "Bb" d2 c "Cm" cB G | "Bb" F2 G F2 F | "Eb" GA B "Edim" Bc d | w:It came up-on_ a mid-night clear, That glo-ri-ous song_ of "F" (c3 c2) F | "Bb" d2 A "Eb" cB G | "Bb" F2 G F2 F | "Eb" G2 G "F7" AG F | "Bb" (B3 B2) d | w:old_ From an-gels bend -ing near the earth, To touch their harps_ of gold._ "Peace "D" d2 D D=E ^F | "Gm" G2 "D" A "Gm" B2 d | "F" c B A "C" GA G | "F" (F3 F2) F | w:on the earth_ good-will to men From heav-n's all gra_ cious King"_ The "Bb" d2 A "Eb" cB G | "Bb" F2 G F2 F | "Eb" G2 G "F" AG F | "Bb" (B3 B2) |] 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.