O Ring, Glad Bells

1 O ring, glad bells, ring loud and sweet,
And may these hearts of ours repeat,
This Christmas morn, the grand old song
The tide of ages bears along.
That angels sing at Christmas still:
"Be peace on earth, to men good will";
That angels sing at Christmas still:
"Be peace on earth, to men good will."

2 Let us put by all care that frets,
And groveling thoughts, all vain regrets,
And think of Christ born long ago
In Bethlehem’s manger, poor and low;
And while the bells for gladness ring,
Think of the Christ Child crowned a king;
And while the bells for gladness ring,
Think of the Christ Child crowned a king.

3 O thorn crowned head! O bleeding hands!
This birthday morn the Savior stands
And shows His wounds, and this His plea:
"Hast thou forgotten Calvary?"
Think how He lived, and loved, and died,
And not of earth, at Christmastide;
Think how He lived, and loved, and died,
And not of earth, at Christmastide.

4 Ring on, glad bells! Ring sweet and clear
Your Christmas message far and near,
While reverent thoughts like incense rise
From each heart’s altar to the skies,
As we repeat the song again
Of "Peace on earth, good will to men";
As we repeat the song again
Of "Peace on earth, good will to men."

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8370

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