1 Ring out, merry bells, in the steeple,
Sing loud happy voices tonight!
And join with each kindred and people
In anthems of praise and delight!
Good will from the Father above,
Good will to his children below!
How glad was the morn when the Savior was born,
To ransom our souls by his love.
2 Oh, nations that wait for the morrow,
Rejoice! for the dawn is at hand;
Oh, captives who pine in your sorrow,
The Savior shall sever your bands!
Good will from the Father above,
Good will to his children below!
How glad was the morn when the Savior was born,
To ransom our souls by his love.
3 The eyes of the blind shall be opened,
The King in his beauty to see;
The tongue of the dumb shall be loosened,
To utter his praises to thee!
Good will from the Father above,
Good will to his children below!
How glad was the morn when the Savior was born,
To ransom our souls by his love.