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1 Ring the bells of heaven,
There is joy to-day, for a soul's returning from the
See the father meets him out upon the way,
Welcoming his weary, wandering child.
Glory, glory, how the angels sing,
Glory, how the loud harps ring;
'T is 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.
4 Ring the bells of heaven, every one may come,
For our Father waits to welcome him;
Ye who're sick and weary of a wanderer's shame
Come, be reconciled, in Jesus' name.