A bell tolls.
Every day a bell tolls.
            Weary of the dying,
            we take our daily bread
            and pray

            for silence – 
            a separate peace, quiet.
                        No more room for suff’ring, 
                        we change the channel, turn                       
                        away.

                        A bell tolls.
                        Every day a bell tolls.
                                    Listen! The hour grows late;
                                    our neighbor waits in need
                                    this day. 

                                    Rise up, now.
                                    Rejoice, the Lord is with us.
                                             Let not these tolling bells
                                             set the tone, stifle us,
                                             delay

                                             our response
                                             to those who wait for hope.
                                                     Rise up in harmony,
                                                     become like handbells in 
                                                     full-scale play.