Hark, Hark! The Sweet, Sweet Chiming

Hark

hark! the sweet

sweet chim­ing

Of mer­ry Christ­mas bells!

Their low

me­lo­di­ous hymn­ing

A won­drous sto­ry tells!

Beneath the stars that glist­en

O’er dist­ant Sy­ri­an plains

The watch­ing shep­herds list­en

To clear

an­gel­ic strains.

To God the high­est glo­ry!

While heav­en­ly arch­es ring

Responsive to the sto­ry

That Ga­bri­el doth sing:

The peace on earth whose bless­ing

Shall bring good will to men;

And in His name pro­gress­ing

Shall fill the world again!

And where the dawn is streak­ing

The east­ern sky

afar

They see the glo­ry break­ing

From off a new­born star!

It shines above the man­ger

Wherein a babe is born

And for that in­fant Strang­er

Archangels hail the morn!

No king­ly crown awaits Him

No robe of Ty­ri­an dye

But hea­v’n­ly choirs His prais­es

Are sound­ing through the sky!

For Beth­le­hem’s low­ly man­ger

The King of kings con­tains!

And glo­ry! Glo­ry! Glo­ry!

The Lord of all He reigns!