Sweet the words repeat of peace on earth, good will to men.
I thought how, as the day had come, the belfries of all christendom had rolled
Along thun broken song of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head; there is no peace on earth, I said, for hate
Is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men.
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep; God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth, good will to men.
Till, ringing singing on its way, the world revolved from night to day. a
Voice, a chime, a chant sublime, of peace on earth, good will to men.