Now the Joyful Bells A-Ringing
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!