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.
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With Chords
«G Major»
It Gcame up-Con the Gmid-night clear, That Cglo-rious A7song of DoldD7,
From Gan-gels Cbend-ing Gnear the earth To Ctouch their D7harps of Ggold:
Peace B7on the earth, good Emwill to men, From Dheav'n's all A7gra-cious DKing!D7
The Gworld in Csol-emn Gstill-ness lay To Chear the D7an-gels Gsing.
Still Gthrough the Cclo-ven Gskies they come With Cpeace-ful A7wings un-Dfurled,D7
And Gstill their Cheav'n-ly Gmu-sic floats O'er Call the D7wea-ry Gworld:
A-B7bove its sad and Emlowly plains They Dbend on A7hov-'ring Dwing,D7
And Gev-er Co'er its GBa-bel sounds The Cbless-ed D7an-gels Gsing.
And Gye, be-Cneath life's Gcrush-ing load, Whose Cforms are A7bend-ing Dlow,D7
Who Gtoil a-Clong the Gclimb-ing way With Cpain-ful D7steps and Gslow,
Look B7now! For glad and Emgold-en hours Come Dswift-ly A7on the Dwing:D7
O Grest be-Cside the Gwea-ry road And Chear the D7an-glels Gsing.
For Glo, the Cdays are Ghas-t'ning on, By Cproph-et A7bards fore-Dtold,D7
When Gwith the Cev-er Gcir-cling years Comes Cround the D7age of Ggold;
When B7peace shall o-ver Emall the earth Its Dan-cient A7splen-dors Dfling,D7
And Gthe whole Cworld give Gback the song Which Cnow the D7an-gels Gsing.
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