I heard the bells on christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day [bad word] 
The belfries of all christendom
Had rolled along th’ unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
"there is no peace on earth," I said,
"for hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"god is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men."

Till ringing, singing on it’s way
The world revolved from night to day,
voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.