Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Luke 2:14
Hark the bells, I hear them chiming,
Clear and sweet o’er sea and land,
Once again the angel’s message;
May it reach to every land.
Peace, good will, the bells are chiming;
Hark the music soft and low,
Pealing out the old, sweet story,
As they’re swinging to and fro.
Unto earth is born a Savior,
Now methinks I hear the strain,
As the silver tones are ringing,
Merrily the glad refrain.
Happy bells, I love to hear them,
Ringing out the old, sweet song:
Glory, in the highest glory,
Let all tongues the strain prolong.