Ring Out the Bells for Christmas

Ring out the bells for Christ­mas

The hap­py

hap­py day;

In win­ter wild

the ho­ly Child

Within the cra­dle lay.

O won­der­ful! the Sav­ior

Is in the man­ger lone;

His pal­ace is a stable

And Ma­ry’s arms His throne.

Ring out the bells for Christ­mas

The mer­ry

mer­ry Christ­mas

Ring out the bells for Christ­mas

The hap­py

hap­py day.

On Beth’lem’s qui­et hill­side

In ag­es long gone by

In an­gel notes the glo­ry floats

Glory to God on high.

Yet wakes the sun as joy­ous

As when the Lord was born

And still He comes to greet you

On ev­ery Christ­mas morn.

Where’er His sweet lambs ga­ther

Within this gen­tle fold

The Sav­ior dear is wait­ing near

As in the days of old.

In each young heart you see Him

In ev­ery guile­less face

You see the ho­ly Je­sus

Who grew in truth and grace.

In many a dark­some cot­tage

In ma­ny a crowd­ed street

In win­ter bleak

with shi­ver­ing cheek

The home­less child you meet.

Gaze up­on the pale

wan fea­tures

The feet with wan­der­ing sore.

You see the souls He lov­eth

The Christ child at the door.

Then sing your glad­some car­ols

And hail the new­born Sun;

For Christ­mas light is pass­ing bright

It smiles on ev­ery­one;

And feast Christ’s lit­tle child­ren

His poor

his or­phans call

For He who chose the man­ger

He lov­eth one and all.