Now the Joyful Bells A-Ringing

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!

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!

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 hearts the signal flaring,

All ye mountains, praise the Lord!