23 - Now the Joyful Bells A-Ringing

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!
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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 accord:
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!