| 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 |