Ring the Bells of Heaven

Verse 1

Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day,
For a soul returning from the wild;
See! the Father meets him out upon the way,
Welcoming His weary, wandering child.

Chorus

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.

Verse 2

Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day,
For the wanderer now is reconciled;
Yes, a soul is rescued from its sinful way,
And is born anew a ransomed child.

Verse 3

Ring the bells of heaven! spread the feast to-day,
Angels, swell the glad triumphant strain!
Tell the joyful tidings! bear it far away,
For a precious soul is born again.