[Capo: +3 to sing with hymnbook]
E
A D G B E
G: 3 2 0 0 0 3
C:
x 3 2 0 1 0
A7:
0 0 2 0 2 0
D:
x x 0 2 3 2
B:
x 2 4 4 4 x
Em:
0 2 2 0 0 0
G
C G C
A7 D
It
came up - on a midnight clear, that glorious song of
old,
Still
through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings un – furled,
For
lo! The days are hast'ning on, by prophets seen of
old,
G C G C D7 G
From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of
gold:
And
still their heav'nly music floats o'er all the weary
world.
When
with the ever circling years shall come the time fore -
told,
B
Em D
A7 D
“Peace
on the earth, good will to men From heav'n's all gracious
King.”
A –
bove its sad and lowly plains they bend on hov'ring
wing,
When
the new heav'n and earth shall own the Prince of Peace their
King,
G C G C
D7 G
The
world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels
sing.
And
ever o'er its babel sounds the blessed angels
sing.
And
the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.
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