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’un broken 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 it’s way, The world revolved from night to day. A
voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men.