Misc Christmas - It came upon a midnight clear
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CIt came upon the Fmidnight clear,
CThat glorious Fsong of Cold,
CFrom angels bending Fnear the earth,
CTo touch their Gharps of Cgold:
E7"Peace on the eaAmrth, goodwill to men
D7From heavens all gracious GKing!"
CThe world in E7solemn Fstillness Glay
CTo hear the Gangels Csing.
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;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.