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Hymn/Christmas carol
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
1. It came upon the midnight clear,
The 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.
2. Still thro' the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their hevenly 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.
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