1Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
2The flying cloud, the frosty light:
3The year is dying in the night;
4Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
5Ring out the old, ring in the new,
6Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
7The year is going, let him go;
8Ring out the false, ring in the true.
9Ring out the grief that saps the mind
10For those that here we see no more;
11Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
12Ring in redress to all mankind.
13Ring out a slowly dying cause,
14And ancient forms of party strife;
15Ring in the nobler modes of life,
16With sweeter manners, purer laws.
17Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
18The faithless coldness of the times;
19Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
20But ring the fuller minstrel in.
21Ring out false pride in place and blood,
22The civic slander and the spite;
23Ring in the love of truth and right,
24Ring in the common love of good.
25Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
26Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
27Ring out the thousand wars of old,
28Ring in the thousand years of peace.
29Ring in the valiant man and free,
30The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
31Ring out the darkness of the land,
32Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Already have an account? Log in