Song | It Came Upon A Midnight Clear |
Artist | Johnny Cash |
Album | A Christmas Collection |
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Lyrics:Richard Storrs Willis Music:Richard Storrs Willis | |
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old | |
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold | |
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heaven's all gracious king | |
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing | |
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl | |
And still their heavenly music floats, O'er all the weary world. | |
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing | |
And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing | |
O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low | |
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow | |
Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing | |
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing | |
For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old | |
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold | |
When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their King | |
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing |
Lyrics: Richard Storrs Willis Music: Richard Storrs Willis | |
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old | |
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold | |
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heaven' s all gracious king | |
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing | |
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl | |
And still their heavenly music floats, O' er all the weary world. | |
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing | |
And ever o' er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing | |
O ye, beneath life' s crushing load, whose forms are bending low | |
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow | |
Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing | |
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing | |
For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old | |
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold | |
When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their King | |
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing |
Lyrics: Richard Storrs Willis Music: Richard Storrs Willis | |
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old | |
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold | |
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heaven' s all gracious king | |
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing | |
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl | |
And still their heavenly music floats, O' er all the weary world. | |
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing | |
And ever o' er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing | |
O ye, beneath life' s crushing load, whose forms are bending low | |
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow | |
Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing | |
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing | |
For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old | |
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold | |
When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their King | |
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing |