The chapel bells ring out so sweet
From here up high above the sound
I see the people in the street
Parishioners all flock around.
Tis Sunday morn and bitter cold
The snow is hard and crunches loud
I see them all both young and old
Laughing hustling in a crowd.
Quite suddenly the quiet falls
The silence seems so full of calm
The chimes o’erhead toll out and call
It is God’s love that is our balm !