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 It came upon the  clear,
 That glorious song of 
 From angels  near the earth,
 To touch their harps  gold:
 "Peace  the earth, goodwill to men
 From heavens  gracious King!"
 The world in  stillness lay
 To hear the angels 
 
  through the cloven skies they come,
 With peaceful  unfurled;
 And  their heavenly music floats
 O'er all the weary 
 Above  sad and lowly plains
 They bend on hovering 
 And  o'er its Babel(*) sounds
  blessed angels sing.
 
  ye beneath life's crushing load,
 Whose forms  bending low,
  toil along the climbing way
 With painful  and slow;
  now, for glad and golden hours
  swiftly on the wing;
 Oh rest beside  weary road
 And hear  angels sing.
 
  lo! the days are hastening on,
 By  seen of old,
 When with  ever-circling years
 Shall  the time foretold,
 When the new heaven  earth shall own
 The Prince of  their King,
  the whole world send back the song
 Which now  angels sing.