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It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
Posted By:    pgwileyjr
Author:    Sears, Edmund H
Composer:    Willis, Richard S.
pgwileyjr
Dec 22, 2004
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It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

«G Major»
It came up-on the mid-night clear, That glo-rious song of old,
From an-gels bend-ing near the earth To touch their harps of gold:
Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heav'n's all gra-cious King!
The world in sol-emn still-ness lay To hear the an-gels sing.

Still through the clo-ven skies they come With peace-ful wings un-furled,
And still their heav'n-ly mu-sic floats O'er all the wea-ry world:
A-bove its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov-'ring wing,
And ev-er o'er its Ba-bel sounds The bless-ed an-gels sing.

And ye, be-neath life's crush-ing load, Whose forms are bend-ing low,
Who toil a-long the climb-ing way With pain-ful steps and slow,
Look now! For glad and gold-en hours Come swift-ly on the wing:
O rest be-side the wea-ry road And hear the an-glels sing.

For lo, the days are has-t'ning on, By proph-et bards fore-told,
When with the ev-er cir-cling years Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall o-ver all the earth Its an-cient splen-dors fling,
And the whole world give back the song Which now the an-gels sing.
 
With Chords

«G Major»
It ‹G›came up-‹C›on the ‹G›mid-night clear, That ‹C›glo-rious ‹A7›song of ‹D›old‹D7›,
From ‹G›an-gels ‹C›bend-ing ‹G›near the earth To ‹C›touch their ‹D7›harps of ‹G›gold:
Peace ‹B7›on the earth, good ‹Em›will to men, From ‹D›heav'n's all ‹A7›gra-cious ‹D›King!‹D7›
The ‹G›world in ‹C›sol-emn ‹G›still-ness lay To ‹C›hear the ‹D7›an-gels ‹G›sing.

Still ‹G›through the ‹C›clo-ven ‹G›skies they come With ‹C›peace-ful ‹A7›wings un-‹D›furled,‹D7›
And ‹G›still their ‹C›heav'n-ly ‹G›mu-sic floats O'er ‹C›all the ‹D7›wea-ry ‹G›world:
A-‹B7›bove its sad and ‹Em›lowly plains They ‹D›bend on ‹A7›hov-'ring ‹D›wing,‹D7›
And ‹G›ev-er ‹C›o'er its ‹G›Ba-bel sounds The ‹C›bless-ed ‹D7›an-gels ‹G›sing.

And ‹G›ye, be-‹C›neath life's ‹G›crush-ing load, Whose ‹C›forms are ‹A7›bend-ing ‹D›low,‹D7›
Who ‹G›toil a-‹C›long the ‹G›climb-ing way With ‹C›pain-ful ‹D7›steps and ‹G›slow,
Look ‹B7›now! For glad and ‹Em›gold-en hours Come ‹D›swift-ly ‹A7›on the ‹D›wing:‹D7›
O ‹G›rest be-‹C›side the ‹G›wea-ry road And ‹C›hear the ‹D7›an-glels ‹G›sing.

For ‹G›lo, the ‹C›days are ‹G›has-t'ning on, By ‹C›proph-et ‹A7›bards fore-‹D›told,‹D7›
When ‹G›with the ‹C›ev-er ‹G›cir-cling years Comes ‹C›round the ‹D7›age of ‹G›gold;
When ‹B7›peace shall o-ver ‹Em›all the earth Its ‹D›an-cient ‹A7›splen-dors ‹D›fling,‹D7›
And ‹G›the whole ‹C›world give ‹G›back the song Which ‹C›now the ‹D7›an-gels ‹G›sing.
 

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