Now the joyful bells a-ringing
by Welsh Carol · paraphrased by K. E. Roberts (1879–1953)
Representative text
As printed in The Seventh-day Adventist Hymnal (1985), no. 23.
Verse 1
Now the joyful bells a-ringing, All ye mountains, praise the Lord! Lift our hearts like birds a winging, All ye mountains, praise the Lord! Now our festal season bringing Kinsmen all to bide and board, Sets our cheery voices singing: All ye mountains, praise the Lord!
Verse 2
Dear our home as dear none other; Where the mountains praise the Lord! Gladly here our care we smother; Where the mountains praise the Lord! Here we know that Christ our brother Binds us all as by a cord: He was born of Mary mother Where the mountains praise the Lord!
Verse 3
Cold the year, new whiteness wearing, All ye mountains, praise the Lord! Peace, good will to us a bearing, All ye mountains praise the Lord! Now we all God’s goodness sharing Break the bread and sheath the sword: Bright our hearths the signal flaring, All ye mountains, praise the Lord!