1 Ring the bells of Heaven, there is joy today
For a soul returning from the wild!
See, the Father meets him out upon the way,
Welcoming his weary, wandering child.
Refrain:
Glory, glory, how the angels sing!
Glory, glory, how the loud harps ring!
‘Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,
Pealing forth the anthem of the free.
2 Ring the bells of Heaven, there is joy today
For the wanderer now is reconciled!
Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way,
And is born anew, a ransomed child.
3 Ring the bells of Heaven, spread the feast today;
Angels, swell the glad, triumphant strain!
Tell the joyful tidings, bear them far away,
For a precious soul is born again.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Ring the bells of Heaven, there is joy today |
| Author: | William Orcutt Cushing (1823-1902) |
| Refrain First Line: | Glory, glory, how the angels sing |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1986 |
| Topic: | The life of holiness: Praise and Thanksgiving |