Sing, Christmas Bells

Sing

Christ­mas bells

this is the morn

Whereon our Sav­ior King is born;

Sing out to all

the bond

the free

The lit­tle child that sports in glee

The rich

the poor

the high

the low

The ag­èd folk that tot­ter­ing go—

Proclaim the morn that Christ is born

Who sav­eth them and sa­veth me!

Sing

an­gel host

sing of the star

Above the man­ger bed afar;

Sing of the glo­ries of the night

The Babe with king­ly robes be­dight;

The vir­gin’s sweet hu­mil­ity

Sing to all men wher­e’er they be

This Christ­mas morn

the Christ is born

Who sav­eth them and sav­eth me!

Sing

all on earth

O ran­somed

sing!

God liv­eth

and we have a king!

The curse is gone

the bond are free

Shown by these heav’n­ly signs that be;

By Beth­le­hem’s star that bright­ly beamed

We know that Is­ra­el is re­deemed;

That on this morn

the Christ is born

Who sav­eth you and sav­eth me!

Sing

O my rap­tured heart this morn

Whereon the bless­èd Prince is born!

So all my songs shall be of love

For my dear Lord who reigns ab­ove;

So let my deeds be char­ity

Inspired by Him who died for me;

By this fair morn

where­on is born

The Christ that sav­eth all and me!