Hear ye the song of the angels,
Singing so sweet and low,
Peace to the troubled spirit,
Joy to the world below?
Hear ye the song of the angels,
At the first faint flush of morn,
Thrilling the soul with rapture
E'er sorrow and care are born?
Hear ye the song of the angels,
In the noontide's heat and glare,
Breathing the peace of Heaven,
Soothing the heart of care?
Ever thy good angel singeth,
The old, sweet song of peace;
Didst thou but list' to its music
The discords of earth would cease.
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