1 Hark the bells, I hear them chiming,
Clear and sweet o'er sea and land,
Once again the angel's message,
May it reach to ev'ryland.
Chorus:
Peace, good-will, the bells are chiming,
Hark the music soft and low,
Pealing out the old, sweet story,
As they're swinging to and fro.
2 Unto earth is born a Saviour,
Now methinks I hear the strain,
As the silver tones are ringing,
Merrily the glad refrain. [Chorus]
3 Happy bells, I love to hear them,
Ringing out the old, sweet song,
Glory in the highest, glory,
Let all tongues the strain prolong. [Chorus]
Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #209