23   Now the Joyful Bells A-Ringing




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Now the joyful bells a-ring
All ye mountains of the Lord!
Lift our hearts like birds a-winging
All ye mountains praise the Lord!
Now our festal season bringing
Kinsmen all to bide and board
Sets our cheery voices singing:
All ye mountains praise the Lord!

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Dear our home as dear none other;
Where the mountains praise the Lord!
Gladly here our care we smother;
Where the mountains praise the Lord!
Here we know that Christ our brother
Binds us all as by a cord:
He was born of Mary mother
Where the mountains praise the Lord!

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Cold the year new whiteness wearing
All ye mountains praise the Lord!
Peace good will to us a-bearing
All ye mountains praise the Lord!
Now we all God s goodness sharing
Break the bread and sheath the sword:
Bright our hearts the signal flaring
All ye mountains praise the Lord!