The Digital Age - Midnight clear

It ^F#mcame upon the ^E/G#midnight clear, That g^Alorious song of ^Bold, From ^F#mangels bending ^E/G#near the earth To t^Douch their h^Earps of g^Aold “Peace ^C#on the earth, good ^F#mwill to men From h^Beaven’s all-gracious K^Eing.” The ^F#mworld in solemn ^C#mstillness lay To h^Dear the ^Eangels s^Aing.

Still ^F#mthrough the cloven ^E/G#skies they come With p^Aeaceful wings un^Bfurled, And s^F#mtill their heavenly ^E/G#music floats O’er ^Dall the w^Eeary w^Aorld. Ab^C#ove its sad and ^F#mlowly plains They b^Bend on hovering w^Eing, And ^F#mever o’er its ^C#mbabel sounds The b^Dlessed ^Eangels s^Aing.

Look ^C#now the glad and g^Dolden hours Come s^Bwiftly on the w^Eing Oh ^F#mrest beside the w^Aeary road And h^Dear the ^Eangels s^Aing Come ^F#mrest beside the w^Aeary road And h^Dear the ^Eangels s^Aing