Sixpence None the Richer - It came upon a midnight clear

^AmIt came upon a m^Fidnight clear ^AmThat glorious song of o^Eld ^AmFrom angels bending near th^Fe earth ^FTo touch their^G harps of gol^Amd ^EPeace on the earth, good will ^Amto men ^{C Dm}From heaven's a^Fll gracious King ^{G Am}The world in solemn stillness l^Fay ^FTo hear t^Ghe angels s^Aming

^AmStill through the cloven ^Fskies they come ^AmWith peaceful wings unfur^Eled, ^AmAnd still their heavenly music floats ^{F F}O'er all the^G weary wor^Amld ^EAbove its sad and lo^Amwly pl^Cains ^DmThey bend on hove^Fring wing; ^{G Am}And ever o'er its Ba^Fbel sounds ^FThe blessed ang^Gels sing.^Am

^AmO ye, beneath life's cr^Fushing load ^AmWhose forms are bending low, ^{E Am}Who toil along the cl^Fimbing way ^FWith painful^G steps and slo^Amw ^ELook now! for glad and go^Amlden hou^Crs ^DmCome swiftl^Fy on the ^Gwing; ^AmO rest beside the we^Fary road ^FAnd hear the a^Gngels sing.^Am