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"That Glorious Song 
 OF Old" 
 
 BY 
 
 EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS 
 
 ILLUSTRATED BY ALFRED FREDERICKS 
 
 ENGRAVED UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF 
 GEORGE T. ANDREW 
 
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 BOSTON 
 LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS 
 
 NEW YORK: CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM 
 1883 
 
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 Copyright, 1882, 
 By Lee and Shepard. 
 
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 University Press: 
 John Wilson and Son, Cambridge. 
 
"THAT GLORIOUS SONG OF OLD" 
 
 Is one of the sweetest of all the glad carols that echo " The Song of Bethlehem," — 
 that grandest song of all the centuries, — whose recitative, sung by the archangel 
 Gabriel, and whose chorus, voiced by a chosen choir of the heavenly host, was Jieard 
 by the affrighted shepherds, while the " glory of the Lord shone round about them," 
 as it broke upon the midnight silence of fair Judea ; and which has been answered by 
 every recurring season for nearly two tliousand years, to b2 resumed again •' when He 
 cometh in the glory of His Father, with the holy angels.". 
 
 Edmund Hamilton Sears 
 
 Was born April 7, iSio, at Sandisfield, a quaint old town nestled among the Berkshire 
 hills in Western Massachusetts. 
 
 With little aid from his family, and larger self-denial on his own part, he entered 
 Union College, Schenectady, N. Y., where he was graduated at the age of twenty-four. 
 Three years afterwards, in 1S37, he was graduated at Cambridge Divinity School. 
 
 With most decided tastes for a literary career, his deep religious sentiment impelled 
 him, from early boyhood, to the Christian ministry. 
 
 He enjoyed this service amidst the quiet of the grand old towns of Lancaster, 
 Wayland, and Weston, in Massachusetts, where he also found time to engage in those 
 literary pursuits and studies which were so congenial to his taste, and for which, because 
 of physical limitations, he finally withdrew from pastoral labors. He died in Weston, 
 among his former parishioners, beloved and honored, Jan. 16, 1876. 
 
 The limits of this note will not allow of an e.xtended reference to Dr. Sears's 
 literary labors ; but of all his poetical jnoductions those by which he will be the 
 longest remembered, — and which, by the right of a singular adaptedness, are the 
 property of the Christian Church Universal, — are "The Angels' Song" of this volume, 
 and "The Christmas Song," commencing, "Calm, on the listening ear of night." 
 
That Glorious song of old." 
 
 7T 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. 
 
 Still 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. 
 
 But with the woes of sin and strife 
 The world has suffered long ; 
 
 Beneath the angel-strain have rolled 
 Two thousand years of wrong ; 
 
 And man, at war with man, hears not 
 The love-song which they bring; — 
 
 Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife, 
 And hear the angels sing ! 
 
 And 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 ; — 
 Oh, rest beside the weary road 
 
 And hear the angels sing ! 
 
 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 an?els sing. 
 
"THAT GLORIOUS SONG OF OLD." 
 
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 That glorious song of old, 
 
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