How ju­bi­lant and clear they ring,
Those joy­ous East­er bells;
As to and fro their great tongues swing,
How sweet the mu­sic swells;
The gen­tle breez­es catch the tones,
And waft them far and near;
Of hope and com­fort do they speak
Unto the list­en­ing ear.

Refrain

Jubilate, ju­bi­late,
Hear as they gent­ly swing,
Jubilate, Je­sus Christ for­ev­er­more is king,
Jubilate, jubilate,
Hear as they gent­ly swing,
Jubilate, Christ fore’er is king.

How cheer­ily and blithe they ring,
Those glad­some East­er bells;
As to and fro their great tongues swing
Of love their mu­sic tells.
The Fa­ther sent His on­ly Son
From realms of bliss on high,
Upon the Mount of Cal­va­ry
For sin­ful men to die.

Refrain

How mer­ri­ly and gai­ly ring
Those hap­py East­er bells;
As to and fro their great tongues swing
How clear their mus­ic swells;
The grave could not en­chain our king,
Death must yield up its prey;
The Victor ov­er ev­ery foe,
Christ Je­sus rose to­day.

Refrain