Ring out, O bells, in glad­ness!
For Christ the Lord is born;
Far ban­ish earth­ly sad­ness
On this His birth­day morn.
Approach, ye faith­ful people,
Unto His man­ger shrine,
Where lies the in­fant Sav­ior,
True God, and Man di­vine.

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Ring out, O bells!
Ring, tri­um­phant ring!
This is the birth­day of our king;
O bells, tri­um­phant ring!
Ring out, O bells!
O bells, tri­um­phant ring!
Ring out, O bells!
Ring, tri­um­phant ring!

Bear, O ye winds, the sto­ry,
And tell it far and near;
Our Day-star now has ris­en,
The win­try world to cheer.
To those who sit in dark­ness
His glo­ri­ous light has come,
To guide them through life’s sha­dows
Up to their Fa­ther’s home.

Refrain

To wake­ful shep­herds watch­ing,
The news was told last night,
By glo­ri­ous an­gels wing­ing
To earth their joy­ful flight.
They sang in sweet­est num­bers
The song we sing this morn—
To you in Da­vid’s ci­ty,
A Sav­ior—Christ—is born!

Refrain

All glo­ry in the high­est!
And on the earth be peace;
Loud swells the Christ­mas an­them,
Which nev­er­more shall cease.
For Hea­ven and earth this morn­ing
Are joined in love di­vine,
By Him who in a sta­ble
Is born of Da­vid’s line.

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