Many stories quaint and old­en
Oft are told to me;
Some are touched with grief and sad­ness,
Others full of glee;
But there’s one that’s sweet­er, dear­er,
Than all oth­er lays,
’Tis the story told by an­gels
In the old­en days.

Refrain

Sweet and joy­ous is the ring­ing,
Of the bells, Christ­mas bells;
Full of beau­ty is the sto­ry
Each one glad­ly tells,
Christmas bells, sweet bells.

Songs of al­most heav’n­ly sweet­ness
Fall up­on my ear,
Happy songs of home and kin­dred,
Filling me with cheer;
One sur­pass­ing all the others,
In my soul doth ring,
’Tis the song of peace and glo­ry
Christmas an­gels sing.

Refrain

Many are the gifts I cher­ish,
Friendship’s tok­en true,
Giving me ex­qui­site plea­sure,
As they meet my view;
But there’s one of price­less value,
Blessings to im­part,
’Tis the Christ Child’s Christ­mas greet­ing,
Treasured in my heart.

Refrain