Now the joyful bells a ringing,
All
ye mountains, praise the Lord!
Lift
your hearts like birds a winging,
All
ye mountains praise the Lord!
Now
our festal season bringing
Kinsmen
all to bide and board,
Sets
uor cheery voices singing:
All
ye mountains, praise the Lord!
2
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 accord:
He
was born of Mary mother
Where
the mountains praise the Lord!
3
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!