Ring out, ye bells!
All Nature swells
With gladness of the wondrous story.
The world was lorn,
But Christ is born
To change our sadness into glory.
Sing, earthlings, sing!
To-night a King
Hath come from heaven's high throne to bless us.
The outstretched hand
O'er all the land
Is raised in pity to caress us.
Come at His call; Be joyful all,
Away with mourning and with sadness!
The heavenly choir
With holy fire
Their voices raise in songs of gladness...
Paul Laurence Dunbar