The Sunday bell so full and swelling

1 The Sunday bell, so full and swelling,
Whose rich vibrations greet the ear,
To me its solemn note seems telling
Of God's own peace within me dwelling,
Of faith and hope and heaven near,
Of faith and hope and heaven near.
Of faith and hope and heaven near,
Of faith and hope and heaven near.

2 My heart with holy joy is bounding,
From earth my thoughts are on the wing,
Whene'er the voice of praise surrounding,
Unto my soul a call is sounding,
That bids me join the choir and sing,
That bids me join the choir and sing.
That bids me join the choir and sing,
That bids me join the choir and sing.

3 And while I hear the organ pealing,
And raptured voices shouting praise,
Then by the holy altar kneeling,
Away from vain ambition stealing,
The tranquil eye of prayer I raise,
The tranquil eye of prayer I raise.
The tranquil eye of prayer I raise,
The tranquil eye of prayer I raise.

4 Sweet dews of heaven seem o'er me falling,
Subduing all my soul to love;
I seem to hear a seraph calling,--
A voice from heaven of seraph calling,--
And bid me join the choir above,
And bid me join the choir above.
And bid me join the choir above,
And bid me join the choir above.

Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #89