Come and listen to the chiming Of St. Michael’s merry bells, When the joyous Christmas morning, All of Bethlehem’s story tells. When they sweetly chime the anthem “Glory to be to God on high,” When the children swell the chorus, Earth to heaven seems very nigh.
On the gladsome Easter morning, When the earliest flow’rets bloom, Snowdrops pure and violets purple Blend to scatter sweet perfume; Then your happiest notes are poured forth, Then your Jubilee is heard, Pealing out in joyful accents, Chiming, “God is very good.”