It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old.
When good folk kneeling on the earth invoked His radiant gold.
Peace on the earth, good will to men,
They opened their hearts to sing.
The world in solemn stillness lay
To greet our blessed king.
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
Take heart! Our Lord will come.
O rest beside the Yuletide fire
And greet the morning sun.
For lo! The days are hast’ning on,
By Wise ones seen of old,
When with the ever circling years,
Shall come the time foretold.
When our good Lord returns once more
To send the dark away.
The whole world echoing back His love
Upon this Solstice day.
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