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 Rh  What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb; If I were a wise man, I would do my part,— Yet what I can I give Him, Give my heart. 

 It 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. 