O bells that rang, O bells that sang 
Above the martyrs' wilderness, 
Till from that reddened coast-line sprang 
The Gospel seed to cheer and bless, 
What are your garnered sheaves to-day ? 
O Mission bells ! Eleison bells ! 
O Mission bells of Monterey ! 

O bells that crash, O bells that clash 
Above the chimney-crowded plain, 
On wall and tower your voices dash, 
But never with the old refrain; 
In mart and temple gone astray ! 
Ye dangle bells ! Ye jangle bells ! 
Ye wrangle bells of Monterey ! 

O bells that die, so far, so nigh, 
Come back once more across the sea; 
Not with the zealot's furious cry, 
Not with the creed's austerity; 
Come with His love alone to stay, 
O Mission bells ! Eleison bells ! 
O Mission bells of Monterey !