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, wandering child.
Refrain
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 2
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 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.