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(D.C.M.)
Adapted from a traditional tune.
1 | It came upon the midnight clear, | 2 | Still through the cloven skies they come | |||
That glorious song of old, | With peaceful wings unfurled; | |||||
From angels bending near the earth | And still their heavenly music floats | |||||
To touch their harps of gold: | O’er all the weary world; | |||||
“Peace on the earth, good-will to men,” | Above its sad and lowly plains | |||||
From heaven’s all-gracious King! | They bend on hovering wing, | |||||
The world in solemn stillness lay | And ever o’er its Babel sounds | |||||
To hear the angels sing. | The blessèd angels sing. | |||||
3 | Yet with the woes of sin and strife | 4 | O Prince of Peace, Thou knowest well | |||
The world has waited long; | This weary world below; | |||||
Beneath the angel strain have rolled | Thou seëst how men climb the way | |||||
Two thousand years of wrong; | With painful steps and slow. | |||||
And man, at war with man, hears not | Oh! still the jarring sounds of earth | |||||
The words of peace they bring: | That round the pathway ring, | |||||
Oh! listen now, ye men of strife, | And bid the toilers rest awhile | |||||
And hear the angels sing. | To hear the angels sing! Amen. |
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