Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die

Ring out the old, ring in the new
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more
Ring out the feud of rich and poor
Ring in redress to all mankind

Ring out a slowly dying cause
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life
With sweeter manners, purer laws

Ring out the want, the care, the sin
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in

Ring out false pride in place and blood
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right
Ring in the common love of good
Ring out old shapes of foul disease
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old
Ring in the thousand years of peace

Ring in the valiant man and free
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land
Ring in the Christ that is to be