C F C
It came up-on a midnight clear
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That glorious song of old
C F C
From angels bending near the earth
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To touch their harps of gold
E7 Am
"Peace on the earth, good will to men
G D7 G
From heaven's all gracious King;"
C F C
The world in solemn stillness lay,
F G7 C
To hear the angels sing
. . .
C F C
Still through the cloven skies they come
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With peaceful wings un-furled,
C F C
And still their heavenly music floats
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O'er all the weary world
E7 Am
A-bove its sad and lowly plains
G D7 G
They bend on hovering wing;
C F C
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
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The blessed angels sing.
. . .
C F C
O ye, be-neath life's crushing load
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Whose forms are bending low,
C F C
Who toil a-long the climbing way
F G7 C
With painful steps and slow
E7 Am
Look now! for glad and golden hours
G D7 G
Come swiftly on the wing;
C F C
O rest be-side the weary road
F G7 C
And hear the angels sing
. . .
C F C
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
F D7 G7
the world has suffered long;
C F C
be-neath the heavenly hymn have rolled
F G7 C
two thousand years of wrong;
E7 Am
and warring human-kind hears not
G D7 G
the tidings which they bring
C F C
O hush the noise and cease your strife
F G7 C
and hear the angels sing!
. . .
C F C
For lo! the days are hastening on,
F D7 G7
by prophets seen of old,
C F C
when with the ever-circling years
F G7 C
shall come the time fore-told.
E7 Am
when peace shall over all the earth
G D7 G
its heavenly splendors fling,
C F C
and all the world give back in song
F G7 C
which now the angels sing.