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It came upon the 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 golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
And rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
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For lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years
Shall come the time foretold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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