On mount­ain height, by peace­ful shores,
O’er sun­ny meads, in shad­ed dells;
Awake, your sac­red ech­oes, wake,
Ring out your chimes, sweet East­er bells!
Let hum­ble fane and lof­ty dome
Each an­swer each in tune­ful swells,
O’er ev­ery temple to His praise,
Ring loud and clear sweet East­er bells.

The orb of day his course pur­sues,
And in his path all shade dis­pels;
With him en­circ­ling earth around,
Ring out, ring out sweet East­er bells.
Sweet East­er bells, glad East­er bells,
Your li­quid me­lo­dy fore­tells
That morn when death it­self shall die,
And Hea­ven ring, sweet East­er bells.