| I heard the bells on christmas day |
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their old familiar carols play |
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and wild and sweet the words repeat |
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of peace on earth, goodwill to men |
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I thought how as the day had come |
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the belfries of all christendom |
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had roiled along th'unbroken son |
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of peace on earth, goodwill to men |
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And in despair i bowed my head |
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"There is no peace on earth," i said |
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"For hate is strong, and mocks the song |
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of peace on earth, goodwill to men" |
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Then pealed the bells more loud and deep |
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"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep |
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the wrong shall fail, the right prevail |
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with peace on earth, goodwill to men" |
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Till, ringing, singing on its way |
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The world revolved from night to day |
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a voice, a chime, a chant sublime |
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of peace on earth, goodwill to men! |
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