The Christmas carol "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear," written in the mid-1800s, isn't referring to itself when its first verse mentions "that glorious song of old." But like the other hymns in this series, its last verse doesn't get out enough. Let's take a look.
It's a quiet piece of music, not the sort of thing for loudspeakers or public-address systems in stores. It's more for listening at home or singing in church -- every verse ends with the words "angels sing."
So "rest beside the weary road," as the third verse puts it, and take a look at the fourth and (you're getting good at this) last verse:
For lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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