Glad Christmas Bells

Glad Christ­mas bells

your mu­sic tells

The sweet and plea­sant sto­ry;

How came to earth

in low­ly birth

The Lord of life and glo­ry.

No pal­ace hall its ceil­ing tall

His king­ly head spread ov­er

There on­ly stood a stable rude

The heav­en­ly Babe to cov­er.

No rai­ment gay

as there He lay

Adorned the in­fant Strang­er;

Poor

hum­ble Child of mo­ther mild

She laid Him in a man­ger.

But from afar

a splen­did star

The wise men west­ward turn­ing;

The live­long night saw pure and bright

Above His birth place burn­ing.