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.
Glory I 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 to-day, 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 to-day ! Angels, swell the glad, triumphant strain ! Tell the joyful tidings, bear it far away ! For a precious soul is born again.