Good News from the Hills

Good news from the hills of Ju­dea

Good news from the mount­ains of light;

The King in His beau­ty is here

He came to His peo­ple last night!

He is come! He is come!

Ring the bells! Ring the bells!

He is come! He is come!

Ring the bells! Ring the bells!

Jesus Christ is come down

Go

pre­pare Him a crown!

He is come! He is come!

Ring the bells! Ring the bells!

He is come! He is come!

Ring the bells! Ring the bells!

Is He come to the cas­tle so grand

To be feast­ed and hon­ored to­day?

Is He come to the lords of the land?

Is He come to the bright and the gay?

Jesus Christ is come down

To a poor lit­tle town.

Is He come in His gran­deur and pride

To ride through the streets of the town

With the princ­es and priests at His side

And the sol­diers de­fend­ing His crown?

In a cave cold and bare

You will find the King there.

Have they dressed Him in pur­ple and gold?

Have they laid Him with­in a soft bed

Like the kings and the prin­ces of old

With a guard to watch ov­er His head?

He is laid in the grass

With the ox and the ass.