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It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of oldFrom angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of goldPeace on the earth goodwill to men from heav'n all gracious KingThe world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels singFor lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of oldWhen with the ever circling years shall come the time foretoldWhen the new heav'n and earth shall on the Prince of peace their kingAnd the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing From Letras Mania