It Came Upon The Midnight Clear

C7 Fmaj7 C7 Fmaj7 D7 G G7 It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old C7 Fmaj7 C7 Fmaj7 G7 C7 From angels bending near the Earth, to touch their harps of gold E7 Am7 Peace on the Earth and goodwill to men, Gmaj7 D7 G G7 From heaven?s all gracious king C7 Fm9/Ab C7 Bdim7 Am7 Fmaj7 G7 C7 The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing turnaround: Dm7 G7 C7 {name: Verse 2} Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful wings unfurled 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 {name: Verse 3} 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