Glad Christmas Bells

Glad christmas bells, your music tells
The sweet and pleasant story;
How came to earth, in lowly birth,
The Lord of life and glory.

No palace hall its ceiling tall
His kingly head spread over,
There only stood a stable rude
The heavenly babe to cover.

No raiment gay, as there he lay,
Adorned the infant stranger;
Poor, humble child of mother mild,
She laid him in a manger.

But from afar, a splendid star
The wise men westward turning;
The livelong night saw pure and bright,
Above his birth place burning.