Full Lyrics
Hark! across the hush of evening
Sweeps the chiming of the bells;
Silently we wait and listen
As the wave of music swells.
Chiming bells.
Wait a little, weary pilgrim,
Rest awhile thy toilworn feet;
Let the passing soul of music
Hush thee into dreaming sweet.
Chiming bells.
Something of the heaven above us
Seems to touch us as they toll;
Something of the world that waits us
Lays its blessing on the soul.
Chiming bells.
