Hear the crys­tal in­to­na­tions of the bells,
Christmas bells,
As their tones float on the air.
It is of the mer­ry Christ­mas that they tell,
That they tell,
And the mes­sage unto all they bear,
They are call­ing un­to us,
Let us list­en un­to them,
They are tell­ing of the Child
That was born in Beth­le­hem!

Refrain

Hear the mer­ry, mer­ry voices of the Christ­mas bells,
Christmas bells, Christ­mas bells;
Hear the mer­ry, mer­ry voices of the Christ­mas bells,
Oh, what joy their mu­sic tells.

Hear the sil­very re-ech­oes of the bells,
Christmas bells,
Not a strain of beau­ty lose;
Hear the tid­ings of re­demp­tion and of love,
And of love,
And be grate­ful for the bless­èd news,
Tidings of the rich­est gift,
Ever made since time be­gan,
Telling how the Son of God,
Came to die for sin­ful man!

Refrain

Hear the gay re­ver­be­ra­tions of the bells,
Christmas bells,
And the beau­ty of their strain;
But re­mem­ber in your mirth­ful­ness of heart,
Of heart,
Our Re­deem­er’s si­lent grief and pain;
He was born the lost to save,
Born to wash their sins away,
That is why we cher­ish so,
Each re­turn­ing Christ­mas day!

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