247. 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 wand’ring 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.*

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 a new a ransomed child.

Ring the bells of heaven! Spread the feast today,
Angels swell the glad triumphant strain,
Tell the joyful tidings! Bear it far away,
For a precious soul is born again.