I heard the (F)bells on (Bb)Christ mas (C7)day, their (Dm)old fa (B)mil (F)iar (E7)car ols (Am)play; and (Gm)mild and (C7)sweet the (A)words re (D7)peat: of (Gm)peace (D7)on (Gm)earth, (D7)good (Dm6)will to (C7)men.

I (F)thought, as (F)now this (Bb)day had (C7)come, the (Dm)bel fries (B)of (F)all (E7)Chris ten (Am)dom had (Gm)rung so (C7)long the un (A)bro ken (D7)song of (Gm)peace (D7)on (Gm)earth, (B)good (Gm7)will (C7)to (F)men.

And in de (F)spair I (Bb)bowed my (C7)head, “There (Dm)is no (B)peace (F)on (E7)earth,” I (Am)said.

“For (Gm)hate is (C7)strong and (A)mocks the (D7)song of (Gm)peace (D7)on (Gm)earth, (D7)good (Dm6)will to (C7)men.” Then (F)pealed the (F)bells more (Bb)loud and (C7)deep, “God (Dm)is not (B)dead, (F)nor (E7)doth He (Am)sleep.

The (Gm)wrong shall (C7)fail, the un (A)right pre (D7)vail, with (Gm)peace (D7)on (Gm)earth, (B)good (Gm7)will (C7)to (F)men.

(Gm)peace (D7)on (Gm)earth, (B)good (Gm7)will (C7)to (F)men.”