| It came upon the midnight clear
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| That glorious song of old
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| From angels bending near the earth
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| To touch their harps of gold
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| Peace on earth, goodwill to men
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| From heaven’s all gracious King
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| The world in solemn stillness lay
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| To hear the angels sing
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| Glorious, my eyes have seen the glory of the Lord
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| Glorious, He stands above the rulers of the earth
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| Glorious, glorious
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| Lord, You are glorious
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| For low the days are hastening on
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| By prophets seen of old
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| When with the ever circling years
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| Shall come the time foretold
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| When peace shall over all the earth
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| Its ancient splendors fling
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| And the whole world give back the song
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| Which now the angels sing
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| Glorious, my eyes have seen the glory of the Lord
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| Glorious, He stands above the rulers of the earth
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| Glorious, glorious
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| Lord, You are glorious
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| It came upon the midnight clear
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| That glorious song of old
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| It came upon the midnight clear
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| That glorious song of old
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| Glorious, my eyes have seen the glory of the Lord
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| Glorious, He stands above the rulers of the earth
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| Glorious, glorious
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| Lord, You are glorious
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| It came upon the midnight clear
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| That glorious song of old
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| It came upon the midnight clear
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| That glorious song of old
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| It came upon the midnight clear
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| That glorious song of old, glorious |