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 the unbroken 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."

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."

Of peace on earth, good will to men

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 its way,

The world revolved from night to day,

A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,

Of peace on earth, good will to men!