Sweetly through the night, comes the distant chime of bells,
Hark, and hear the story that their joyous pealing tells;
Like the song of angels, to us mortals given,
Comes the silver music, sounding through the star-crowned Heav'n.


List! The happy music makes all nature sound,
Hear the answering hill-tops in echo sweet resound;
'Tis of One they sing, One of lowly birth,
Who left a crown of glory, and came to sinful earth.