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SDA Hymnal 130

It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

Words: Edmund H. SearsMusic: Richard S. WillisTune: Carol8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6

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1It 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, good will to men,
From heaven's all gracious King;"
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.

2Still 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.

3And 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.

Tune
Carol
Meter
8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6
Scripture
Luke 2:8-20

The verse

Meter
8.6.8.6.8.7.8.6 · the hymnal prints 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 82% of beats fit
Rhyme
ABCBDEFE

Could also be sung to Jerusalem, Ellacombe, Kingsfold, Mount Bethel, Varina · same meter and stresses; not printed with these words, so try it first.

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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary · * a word sung short, as “heav’n”

Verse 1

It came upon the midnight clear,˘/˘/˘///8A
That glorious song of old,˘/˘/˘/6B*
From angels bending near the earth˘/˘/˘/˘/8C
To touch their harps of gold:˘/˘/˘/6B
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,/˘˘//˘˘/8D
From heaven's all gracious King;"˘/˘//˘/7E
The world in solemn stillness lay,˘/˘/˘/˘/8F
To hear the angels sing.˘/˘/˘/6E

Verse 2

Still through the cloven skies they come,//˘??/˘/8A
With peaceful wings unfurled,˘/˘/˘/6B
And still their heavenly music floats˘/˘/˘/˘/8C*
O'er all the weary world;//˘/˘/6B
Above its sad and lowly plains˘/˘/˘/˘/8D
They bend on hovering wing,˘/˘/˘/6E
And ever o'er its Babel sounds˘/˘/˘/˘/8F
The blessed angels sing.˘//˘/5E

Verse 3

And ye, beneath life's crushing load,˘/˘///˘/8A
Whose forms are bending low,˘/˘/˘/6B
Who toil along the climbing way˘/˘/˘/˘/8C
With painful steps and slow,˘/˘/˘/6B
Look now! for glad and golden hours//˘/˘/˘/8D
Come swiftly on the wing;//˘˘˘/6E
O rest beside the weary road,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
And hear the angels sing.˘/˘/˘/6E

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.