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.

Refrain

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.

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.

Refrain