The Birthday of Our King (Jones)

Hear the mer­ry Christ­mas bells

Sounding o’er the hills and dells;

Men re­joice

and an­gels sing

’Tis the birth­day of our king.

Hear the bells

the mer­ry bells

Clear and sweet the mu­sic swells;

Let them ring

oh

let them ring

’Tis the birth­day of our king.

Little eyes are shin­ing bright

From the heart’s in­most de­light;

As the an­gels kind­ly bring

Gifts this birth­day of our king.

Youths and maid­ens gai­ly glide

O’er the snow at ev­en­tide;

Hear them chant and gai­ly sing

On the birth­day of our king.

Older hearts re­joice to­day;

Well they may

yes

well they may:

Every fear doth near­er bring

The glad com­ing of their king.