Ring out, ye bells, your music tells
Once again the story
Of that sweet Child, who, undefiled,
Came from realms of glory;
Ring in the King who comes to bring
The reign of God on earth,
A world of peace and righteousness,
The old world’s second birth.
Ring in the star that shines from far
God’s own light bestowing;
No other light can break our night,
Heav’n’s own dawn foreshowing;
It turns above with God’s dear love,
A love that naught can dim,
’Twill burn and shine, that light divine,
Till all are drawn to Him.
Ring on, ye bells, your music tells
Human love is growing;
That strifes will cease, and tides of peace
Up the world come flowing:
Ring in that sea of harmony,
That flood of human love,
O’er whose still breast once more will rest
The Spirit like a dove.
What though your spells, ye Christmas bells,
Ages have been ringing,
And angels bright through sin’s long night,
Christmas carols singing;
Still ring your chime, till every clime
Has heard the angel throng,
And every sound is lost and drowned
In their eternal song.