The Bells Of Christmas
by Carl C. N. Balle 1806-1855
The bells of Christmas chime once more; The
heavenly guest is at the door He comes to
earthly dwelling still With new year gifts of
peace, good will

This world though wide and far outspread,
Could scarcely find for you a bed Your cradle
was a manger stall No pearl no silk no kingly
hall

Now let us go with quiet mind, The swaddled
babe with shepherds find, To gaze on him who gladdens
them The lovliest flow'r of Jesse's
stem

 Oh join with me, in gladness sing, To keep our
Christmas with our King, Until our song, from
loving souls, Like rushing mighty water rolls!

O patriarchs' Joy, O prophets' Song O
Dayspring bright, awaited long O son of Man,
incarnate Word Great David's Son, great
David's Lord

Come, Jesus, glorious heav'nly guest, And
keep your Christmas in our breast Then
David's harpstrings, hushed so long, Shall swell
our jubilee of song.

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