I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, goodwill to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom had rolled a- long The unbroken song of peace on earth, good- will to men! ‘Til, ringing, singing on it’s way the world revolved From night to day, a voice, a chime, a chant sub- lime, Of peace on earth, goodwill to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth the cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound the carols drowned of peace on earth, goodwill to men! It was as if an earthquake rent the hearthstones of a continent, And made forlorn the households born of peace on earth, goodwill to men! And in despair I bowed my head; “There is no peace on earth, goodwill 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, goodwill to men, with peace on earth, Goodwill to men, with peace on earth, good- will to men!”
