I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day Their Old, Familiar Carols Play, And Wild And Sweet The Words Repeat Of Peace On Earth, Good-Will To Men! And Thought How, As The Day Had Come, The Belfries Of All Christendom Had Rolled Along The Unbroken Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-Will To Men! Till, Ringing, Singing On Its Way, The World Revolved From Night To Day, A Voice, A Chime, A Chant Sublime Of Peace On Earth, Good-Will To Men! Then From Each Black, Accursed Mouth The Cannon Thundered In The South, And With The Sound The Carols Drowned Of Peace On Earth, Good-Will To Men! It Was As If An Earthquake Rent The Hearth-Stones Of A Continent, And Made Forlorn The Households Born Of Peace On Earth, Good-Will To Men! And In Despair I Bowed My Head; "There Is No Peace On Earth," I Said: "For Hate Is Strong, And Mocks The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-Will To Men!" Then Pealed The Bells More Loud And Deep: "God Is Not Dead; Nor Doth He Sleep! The Wrong Shall Fail, The Right Prevail, With Peace On Earth, Good-Will To Men!"