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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
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurl
And still their heavenly music floats
Over all the weary world
Above it's sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever over it's Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
Yet 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
For lo the days are hastening on
By prophets seen of old
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace their King
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing
It came upon the midnight clear (desc Willcocks) - Sir David Willcocks
