When I moved next to a church (through no fault of my own-DV relocation), I popped in and spoke to the vicar/priest.
The bells peeled every 15 minutes, then, on the hour, they did the full peal, followed by the 'dongs'. Midnight was impossible to ignore.
I explained to him, that anyone else making that level of noise, with that frequency, would be slapped with an ASBO.
He invited me for lunch, and I met all the 'churchy' people - volunteers etc.
They gave me a huge amount of support, and the vicar was my referee, when I felt ready to apply for jobs.
When I finally found a home 10 miles away, I missed it, and me and my son struggled to sleep. The darkness and the silence were too much.
My point is, try to embrace it, if you can.
There are worse things.