Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Luke 2:14
I heard the church bells ringing,
I heard the children singing,
With happy hearts and voices sweet,
On Christmas morn that song so meet.
Ring, ring, merry bells,
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring;
This is the song the church bells ring,
This is the song the angels sing,
Peace on earth, goodwill toward men.
I heard the mother saying,
I heard the old man praying,
With agèd lips and feeble frame,
And lowly knee—the words the same.
The storm is gently dying,
The snow is softly lying
On shrouded hill and silent stream:
All nature sleeps—and this her dream.
The cares of day grow lighter,
The hour of death grows brighter;
For Jesus Christ was born today,
Let young and old unite and say,