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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear - Pat Boone (帕特·布恩)
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 goodwill to men
From heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
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 it's sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er it's Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
