Last year I found out that my all-time favorite Christmas carol, “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear”, had a missing verse. It’s the original fourth verse, and most hymnals sadly stopped listing it long ago. Amazing when you consider how beautiful it is:

O 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.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!