1.Now the joyful bells a-ring,All ye mountains of the Lord!Lift our hearts like birds a-winging,All ye mountains, praise the Lord!Now our festal season bringingKinsmen all to bide and board,Sets our cheery voices singing;All ye mountains, praise the Lord!2.Dear our home as dear none other;Where the mountains praise the Lord!Gladly here our care we smother;Where the mountains praise the Lord!Here we know that Christ our brotherBinds us all as by a cord:He was born of Mary motherWhere the mountains praise the Lord!3.Cold the year, new whiteness wearing,All ye mountains, praise the Lord!Peace, good will to us a-bearing,All ye mountains, praise the Lord!Now we all God’s goodness sharingBreak the bread and sheath the Sword:Bright our hearths the signal flaring,All ye mountains, praise the Lord!