Many Stories Quaint And Olden

Many stories quaint and olden,
Oft are told to me,
Some are touched with grief and sadness,
Others full of glee,
But there’s one that’s sweeter, dearer,
Than all other lays,
‘Tis the story told by angels,
In the olden days.

Sweet and joyous is the ringing,
Of the bells, Christmas bells,
Full of beauty is the story each one gladly tells,
Christmas bells, sweet bells.

Songs of almost heav’nly sweetness,
Fall upon my ear,
Happy songs of home and kindred,
Filling me with cheer,
One surpassing all the others,
In my soul doth ring,
‘Tis the song of peace and glory,
Christmas angels sing. [Refrain]

Many are the gifts I cherish,
Friendship’s token true,
Giving me exquisite pleasure,
As they meet my view,
But there’s one of priceless value,
Blessings to impart,
‘Tis the Christ child’s Christmas greeting,
Treasured in my heart. [Refrain]