The Christmas Chimes

The Christ­mas chimes are ring­ing in

The day when Christ was born;

And child­ren’s voic­es

sweet­ly tuned

Welcome the bless­èd morn

With that first Christ­mas song again

Glory to God

good will to men.

Judea’s hills

with glo­ry crowned

Beheld the Prince of Peace;

While an­gels of His ad­vent sang

In songs that ne’er shall cease;

Each year re­sounds the chor­us still

Glory to God

good will to men.

Now wrapped in swath­ing bands be­hold

The in­fant Sav­ior lie;

The won­der­ing Ma­ry at His side—

Th’ad­or­ing shep­herds by—

And an­gels o’er them

sing­ing still

Glory to God

good will to men.

None oth­ers raise the joy­ful song

From Jew or Gen­tile tongue!

But now from east­ern shore to west

That Christ­mas song is sung

Which first swelled out o’er Ju­dah’s plain

Glory to God

good will to men.

The Church on earth and Church in Heav’n

Today are tr­uly one—

There ran­somed child­ren’s voic­es rise

In prais­es round the throne;

And here we join the glad re­frain

Glory to God

good will to men.

Glory to God in sweet­est songs!

Let children’s voic­es raise

Th’an­gel­ic chor­us

till the earth

Be all en­wrapped with praise

And ev­ery heart this an­them thrill

Glory to God

good will to men.