Ring out the bells for Christ­mas,
The hap­py, hap­py day;
In win­ter wild, the ho­ly Child
Within the cra­dle lay.
O won­der­ful! the Sav­ior
Is in the man­ger lone;
His pal­ace is a stable,
And Ma­ry’s arms His throne.

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Ring out the bells for Christ­mas,
The mer­ry, mer­ry Christ­mas,
Ring out the bells for Christ­mas,
The hap­py, hap­py day.

On Beth’lem’s qui­et hill­side,
In ag­es long gone by,
In an­gel notes the glo­ry floats,
Glory to God on high.
Yet wakes the sun as joy­ous
As when the Lord was born,
And still He comes to greet you
On ev­ery Christ­mas morn.

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Where’er His sweet lambs ga­ther,
Within this gen­tle fold
The Sav­ior dear is wait­ing near,
As in the days of old.
In each young heart you see Him,
In ev­ery guile­less face,
You see the ho­ly Je­sus,
Who grew in truth and grace.

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In many a dark­some cot­tage,
In ma­ny a crowd­ed street,
In win­ter bleak, with shi­ver­ing cheek,
The home­less child you meet.
Gaze up­on the pale, wan fea­tures,
The feet with wan­der­ing sore.
You see the souls He lov­eth,
The Christ child at the door.

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Then sing your glad­some car­ols,
And hail the new­born Sun;
For Christ­mas light is pass­ing bright,
It smiles on ev­ery­one;
And feast Christ’s lit­tle child­ren,
His poor, his or­phans call,
For He who chose the man­ger,
He lov­eth one and all.

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