Hark ! the temperance bells are ringing, Joyous music fills the air ; Strength and hope their tones are bringing To the homes where dwelt despair.
Hear the bells, . . . joyous bells, . . . Chime the anthem of the free ; Hear the bells, . . . merry bells, . . . Sound the temperance jubilee !
2. Long the tyrant foe hath taken Cherished loved ones for his own ; Now his cruel power is shaken, Soon will fall his tottering throne.
3. Brothers, come ! the hosts are forming ! Let us join without delay; Bright the hills with tints of morning, Dawning of a better day.