Bells. I

Hark! hark, my Soul! the Bells do ring,
And with a louder voice
Call many Families to sing
His publick Praises, & rejoice:
Their shriller Sound doth wound the Air,
Their grosser Strokes affect the Ear,
That we might thither all repair
And more Divine ones hear.
If lifeless Earth
Can make such Mirth,
What then shall Souls abov the starry Sphere!