Glad Christmas Bells

Glad Christmas bells, your music tells

The sweet and pleasant story;

How came to earth, in lowly birth,

The Lord of life and glory.

No palace hall its ceiling tall

His kingly head spread over,

There only stood a stable rude

The heavenly Babe to cover.

No raiment gay, as there He lay,

Adorned the infant Stranger;

Poor, humble Child of mother mild,

She laid Him in a manger.

But from afar, a splendid star

The wise men westward turning;

The livelong night saw pure and bright,

Above His birth place burning.

 

 

 

 

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