How the merry peal is swelling

From the grey old crumbling tower!

To the simplest creature telling

Of Almighty love and power.

Ankle deep the snow is lying,

Every spray is clothed in white;

Yet abroad the folk are hieing,

Brisk and busy, gay and light.

Now fresh helps and aids are offered

To the agÈd and the poor,

And rare love-exchanges proffered

At the lowliest cottage door.

Then while Christmas bells are ringing,

Rich and poor your voices raise,

And, your simple carol singing,

Waft to heaven your grateful praise.