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It came upon the clear,
That glorious of old,
From angels bending near the
news of joy foretold,
"Pesce on earth, will to men
From alla gracious King."
The world in solemn lay,
To the angels sing.

Still through the cloven they come,
Love's all unfurled;
And still their heavenly floats
all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly
Old plaintive ring,
And ever cover its sounds
The angels sing.

Yet with the of sin and strife
The word has suffered
the Angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand of wrong;
And man at war man hears not
The love-song they bring;
O! hush the noise, ye men of
Andò the Angels sing.

O ye, life's crushing lo ad
Whose are bending low,
Who toil the climbing way
With painful steps and
Look now! Forma glad and hours
swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the road
And hear the sing.

Forma Io! The are hastening on,
When with the ever-circling
come the time foretold,
When the new andò earth shall own
The Prince of their King,
And the whole world send back the
now the angels sing.