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.