It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
Edmund SearsVersion1
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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 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.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world hath 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 prophet bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Shall come the Age of Gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
It s ancient splendors fling,
And all the world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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Readable chord sheet for It Came Upon The Midnight Clear by Edmund Sears
It [C]came u[F]pon the [C]midnight clear, That [F]glorious [D7]song of [G7]old, From [C]angels [F]bending [C]near the earth To [F]touch their [G7]harps of [C]gold! "[E7]Peace on the earth, good [Am]will to men, From [G]heaven's [D7]all gracious [G]King! The [C]world in [F]solemn [C]stillness lay To [F]hear the [G7]angels [C]sing. 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. Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world hath 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 prophet bards foretold, When, with the ever-circling years, Shall come the Age of Gold; When peace shall over all the earth It s ancient splendors fling, And all the world give back the song Which now the angels sing.