1. 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!
  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 a cord:
    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 hearths the signal flaring,
    All ye mountains, praise the Lord!

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