O Ring, Glad Bells

O ring

glad bells

ring loud and sweet

And may these hearts of ours re­peat

This Christ­mas morn

the grand old song

The tide of ag­es bears along.

That an­gels sing at Christ­mas still:

Be peace on earth

to men good will;

That an­gels sing at Christ­mas still:

Be peace on earth

to men good will.

Let us put by all care that frets

And gro­vel­ing thoughts

all vain re­grets

And think of Christ born long ago

In Beth­le­hem’s man­ger

poor and low;

And while the bells for glad­ness ring

Think of the Christ Child crowned a king;

And while the bells for glad­ness ring

Think of the Christ Child crowned a king.

O thorn crowned head! O bleed­ing hands!

This birth­day morn the Sav­ior stands

And shows His wounds

and this His plea:

Hast thou for­got­ten Cal­va­ry?

Think how He lived

and loved

and died

And not of earth

at Christ­mas­tide;

Think how He lived

and loved

and died

And not of earth

at Christ­mas­tide.

Ring on

glad bells! Ring sweet and clear

Your Christ­mas mes­sage far and near

While rev­er­ent thoughts like in­cense rise

From each heart’s al­tar to the skies

As we re­peat the song again

Of Peace on earth

good will to men;

As we re­peat the song again

Of Peace on earth

good will to men.