It Came Upon A Midnight Clear-KEN TAMPLIN

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 towards men From heavens all gracious King!" The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the 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 Swiftly on the wing; Oh rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing. So let down your heavy load And hear the angels sing. [[Category:Ken_Tamplin]]

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