Ring Out, O Bells, in Gladness

Ring out

O bells

in glad­ness!

For Christ the Lord is born;

Far ban­ish earth­ly sad­ness

On this His birth­day morn.

Approach

ye faith­ful people

Unto His man­ger shrine

Where lies the in­fant Sav­ior

True God

and Man di­vine.

Ring out

O bells!

Ring

tri­umph­ant ring!

This is the birth­day of our king;

O bells

tri­umph­ant ring!

Ring out

O bells!

O bells

tri­umph­ant ring!

Ring out

O bells!

Ring

tri­umph­ant ring!

Bear

O ye winds

the sto­ry

And tell it far and near;

Our Day-star now has ris­en

The win­try world to cheer.

To those who sit in dark­ness

His glo­ri­ous light has come

To guide them through life’s sha­dows

Up to their Fa­ther’s home.

To wake­ful shep­herds watch­ing

The news was told last night

By glo­ri­ous an­gels wing­ing

To earth their joy­ful flight.

They sang in sweet­est num­bers

The song we sing this morn—

To you in Da­vid’s ci­ty

A Sav­ior—Christ—is born!

All glo­ry in the high­est!

And on the earth be peace;

Loud swells the Christ­mas an­them

Which nev­er­more shall cease.

For Heav­en and earth this morn­ing

Are joined in love di­vine

By Him who in a sta­ble

Is born of Da­vid’s line.