I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day Their Old Familiar Carols Play, And Wild And
Sweet The Words Repeat Of Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men.

I Thought How, As The Day Had Come, The Belfries Of All Christendom Had Rolled
Along Th'un Broken Song Of Peace On Earth, 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 The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men."

Then Pealed The Bells More Loud And Deep; "God Is Not Dead, Nor Doth He Sleep;
The Wrong Shall Fail, The Right Prevail, With Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men."

Till, Ringing Singing On It's Way, The World Revolved From Night To Day. A
Voice, A Chime, A Chant Sublime, Of Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men.