Hark the Bells (Reed)

Hark the bells

I hear them chim­ing

Clear and sweet o’er sea and land

Once again the an­gel’s mes­sage;

May it reach to ev­ery land.

Peace

good will

the bells are chim­ing;

Hark the mu­sic soft and low

Pealing out the old

sweet sto­ry

As they’re swing­ing to and fro.

Unto earth is born a Sav­ior

Now me­thinks I hear the strain

As the sil­ver tones are ring­ing

Merrily the glad re­frain.

Happy bells

I love to hear them

Ringing out the old

sweet song:

Glory

in the high­est glo­ry

Let all tongues the strain pro­long.