This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, 
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.

Ring out, ye chrystal spherese!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime 
Move in melodious time;

And let the bass of Heav'n's deep organ blow;
And with your ninefold harmony 
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Ring out, ring out, ring out, ring out!

This is the month, and this the happy morn, 
Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, 
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, 
Our great redemption from above did bring,

For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.