One December, bright and clear, early in the morning, Mary pressed her newborn ear, kissed him so adoring. Angels sing and shepherds shout, all the creatures turn about, Ring the bells of joy, every child in blue, make them sing, Tell the great heavens' wondrous story, tell the Christmas story. That December day at noon, from a steaming kettle, Mary bathed her tiny boy in the precious settle. Doves that coo, and boughs that coo, and boughs that see, The mercies sing, ring the bells of peace, every child in green, Ring the bells of joy, every child in blue, make them sing, Tell the great heavens' wondrous story, tell the Christmas story. As coming Tuesday drew nigh, in the stable lowly, Mary laid her bed to rest on the baby moly. People more and people nearer, still sorrows lingered cheer. Ring the bells of love, as the tidings tell, For in these wings heaven's healing glory, Sing the Christmas story. Sing the Christmas, sing the Christmas, sing the Christmas story.