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It came upon a midnight clear 
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That glorious song of old 
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From angels bending near the earth 
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To touch their harps of gold 
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"Peace on the earth,  good will to men 
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From heaven's all gracious King;" 
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The world in solemn stillness lay, 
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To hear the angels sing 

Still through the cloven skies they come 
With peaceful wings unfurled, 
And still their heavenly 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. 

O 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; 
O rest beside the weary road 
And hear the angels sing