The Bells Are Ringing Clear and Sweet

The bells are ring­ing clear and sweet

Beneath ador­ing an­gel feet

And in our hearts this Christ­mas day

Let strife and dis­cord die away;

For

in a man­ger poor and lo

Was born the Christ Child years ago

And wise men in a land afar

Were told the tid­ings by a star.

While sweet­ly o’er Ju­dea’s plains

Rang out the glad

ex­ult­ant strains

Exultant strains

Which an­gels sing on Chris­tmas still

Of peace on earth

to men good will

To men good will.

O Christ Child

in a man­ger born!

The stars sang on Thy birth­day morn;

While cra­dled on Thy mo­ther’s breast

The shep­herds sought Thy place of rest.

Heav’ns peace abides up­on the earth

In hon­or of Thy low­ly birth;

For Thou hast died for us and them

Who hailed Thee king in Beth­le­hem.

O song which nev­er shall grow old

Don all the com­ing ages rolled!

O Christ Child

born a cross to bear

That we at last a crown may wear!

Let us like shep­herds at Thy feet

Bring lo

as trib­ute

of­fer­ings meet

And wor­ship there while an­gels sing

In praise of Je­sus Christ

our king.