1 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 it die. 2 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 for humankind. 3 Ring out each slowly dying cause, archaic forms of party strife; Ring in a new regard for life, with open borders, fairer laws. 4 Ring out false pride in birth and creed, the civic slander and the spite; ring in the love of truth and right ring in the end of human need. 5 Ring out the curse of poverty. Ring out the grasping lust of wealth. Ring out those things that harm our health, Ring out old wars, bring unity. 6 Ring in a time when all are free, a time when none will fear to stand when all are welcome in this land. Ring in the Christ that is to be. Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) alt. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) © 2014 Stainer and Bell Ltd.