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It came upon the midnight clear

Edmund Sears
  1. 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, good will to men
        From heaven’s all-gracious King” –
    The world in solemn stillness lay
        To hear the angels sing.

  2. 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.

  3. But with the woes of sin and strife
        The world has suffered long;
    Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
        Two thousand years of wrong;
    And man, at war with man, hears not
        The love song which they bring; –
    O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
        And hear the angels sing!

  4. 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; –
    Oh, rest beside the weary road
        And hear the angels sing!

  5. For lo! the days are hastening on
        By prophet bards foretold,
    When, with the ever circling years
        Shall come the age of gold;
    When Peace shall over all the earth,
        Its ancient splendors fling,
    And the whole world give back the song,
        Which now the angels sing.