I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

I heard the bells on Christmas day

Their old familiar carols play

Wild and sweet, their words repeat

"Of peace on earth and good will to men."

I thought how, as the day had come,

The belfries of all Christendom

Had rolled along the unbroken song

Oh, that peace is coming

Bells, they ring

And choirs, they sing

Telling of the new-born king

A baby cries in his mother's arms

Gonna save us all from harm

And angels tell of peace on earth

And good will to men

To ringing, singing on its way

The revolved from night to day

A voice, a chime, a chant sublime

"Of peace on earth and good will to men."

And from each black or cursed mouth

The cannon thundered in the South

And with the sound, these carols drowned

Oh, of peace that's coming

Bells, they ring

And choirs, they sing

Telling of the new-born king

A baby cries in his mother's arms

Gonna save us all from harm

And angels tell of peace on earth

And good will to men

And in despair I bowed my head:

“There is no peace on earth,” I said,

“For hate is strong, and mocks this song

Of peace on earth.”

The bells, they ring more loud and deep

“God's not dead, nor does He sleep,

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,

With peace on earth and good will to men.”

Those same old bells on Christmas day,

Their old familiar carols play

Still wild and sweet, their words repeat

Whoa, that peace is coming

Bells, they ring

And choirs, they sing

Telling of the new-born king

A baby cries in his mother's arms

Gonna save us all from harm

And angels tell of peace on earth

And good will to men