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 th’ 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.»
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.