Ring the bells of heaven ! there is joy to-day,

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.