It came upon the midnight clear
text Edmund Sears · arr. Arthur Sullivan
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- Besättning
- SATB
- Tonart
- F-dur
- Taktart
- 4/4
- Tempo
- fjärdedel = 120
- Längd
- 20 takter
- Verser
- 4
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Texten
Vers 1
It came up on the mid night clear, that glo rious song of old, from an gels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, good will to men, from heav'n's all gra cious King!" The world in so lemn still ness lay to hear the angels sing.
Vers 2
Still through the clo ven skies they come, with peaceful wings un furled; and still their heav'nly music floats o'er all the wea ry world; a bove its sad and low ly plains they bend on hov'ring wing: and ev er o'er its Ba sounds the bless -èd angels sing.
Vers 3
Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suf fered long; be neath the an gel strain have rolled two thou sand years of wrong; and man, at war with man, hears not the lovesong which they bring: O hush the noise, ye men of strife, and hear the an gels sing.
Vers 4
For lo! the days are has tening on, by pro phet bards fore told, when, with the ev ercirc ling years comes round the age of gold; when peace shall ov er all the earth its an cient splen dours fling, and the whole world give back song which now the an gels sing.
Fri att sjunga: Arthur Sullivan dog 1900 och Edmund Sears dog 1876.
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