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 heavens all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the 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
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, the King
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing
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 heavens all gracious King The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the 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 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, the King And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing Explain Request ×
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