Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing
Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow
Songwriters: Edmund Hamilton Sears, Richard Storrs Willis
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heaven's all gracious king
For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
And ever o'er its babel sounds the blessed angels sing
And still their heavenly music floats, o'er all the weary world.
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl
When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their king
Oh, rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing
Oh yeah, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low

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