The Christ­mas chimes are ring­ing in
The day when Christ was born;
And child­ren’s voic­es, sweet­ly tuned,
Welcome the bless­èd morn
With that first Christ­mas song again,
Glory to God, good will to men.

Judea’s hills, with glo­ry crowned,
Beheld the Prince of Peace;
While an­gels of His ad­vent sang
In songs that ne’er shall cease;
Each year re­sounds the cho­rus still,
Glory to God, good will to men.

Now wrapped in swath­ing bands behold
The in­fant Sav­ior lie;
The won­der­ing Mary at His side—
Th’ador­ing shep­herds by—
And an­gels o’er them, sing­ing still,
Glory to God, good will to men.

None oth­ers raise the joy­ful song
From Jew or Gen­tile tongue!
But now from east­ern shore to west
That Christ­mas song is sung,
Which first swelled out o’er Ju­dah’s plain,
Glory to God, good will to men.

The Church on earth and Church in Heav’n
Today are tr­uly one—
There ran­somed child­ren’s voic­es rise
In prais­es round the throne;
And here we join the glad re­frain
Glory to God, good will to men.

Glory to God in sweet­est songs!
Let children’s voic­es raise
Th’an­gel­ic cho­rus, till the earth
Be all en­wrapped with praise,
And ev­ery heart this an­them thrill,
Glory to God, good will to men.