- A song for the time when the sweet bells chime,
Calling rich and poor to pray.
On that joyful morn, when Christ was born,
On that holy Christmas Day.
- The squire came forth from his rich old hall,
And the peasants by two and by three.
The woodman let his hatchet fall,
And the shepherd left his tree.
- Through the churchyard snow, in a goodly row,
There came forth old and young.
And with one consent in prayer they bent,
And with one consent they sang.
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- In those good old days of prayer and praise,
'Twas a season of right goodwill.
For they kept His birthday holy then,
And we'll keep it holy still.
- We'll cherish it now in the time of strife,
As a holy and peaceful thing.
For it tells of His love coming down from above,
And the Peace he deigns to bring.
- A song for the time when the sweet bells chime,
Calling rich and poor to pray.
On that joyful morn, when Christ was born,
On that holy Christmas Day.
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