B.J. Thomas
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
It came upon the midnight clearThat glorious song of oldFrom angels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of goldPeace on the earth goodwill to menFrom heavens all gracious KingThe world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels singO ye beneath life's crushing loadWhose forms are bending lowWho toil along the climbing wayWith painful steps and slowLook now for glad and golden hoursCome swiftly on the wingOh rest beside the weary roadAnd hear the angels singFor lo! the days are hastening onBy prophets seen of oldWhen with the ever-circling yearsShall come the time foretoldWhen the new heaven and earth shall ownThe Prince of Peace, the KingAnd the whole world send back the songWhich now the angels sing
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