It Came upon the Midnight Clear
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    It Came upon the Midnight Clear

    Brightly

    1. 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, good will to men

    From heav’n’s all-gracious King.”

    The world in solemn stillness lay

    To hear the angels sing.

    2. Still thru the cloven skies they come

    With peaceful wings unfurled,

    And still their heav’nly music floats

    O’er all the weary world.

    Above its sad and lowly plains

    They bend on hov’ring wing,

    And ever o’er its babel sounds

    The blessed angels sing.

    3. For lo! the days are hast’ning on,

    By prophets seen of old,

    When with the ever-circling years

    Shall come the time foretold,

    When the new heav’n and earth shall own

    The Prince of Peace their King,

    And the whole world send back the song

    Which now the angels sing.

    Text: Edmund H. Sears, 1810–1876

    Music: Richard S. Willis, 1819–1900

    Luke 2:8–17

    Alma 5:50