Chrous

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 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, wand'ring child.

Verse 2

Ring the bells of heaven! There is joy today, For the wand'rer now is reconciled; Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way! And is born anew a ransomed child.

Verse 3

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.