RING THE BELLS

Ring out the bells of heaven!

Obey the great command,

That all may hear their melody

On mountain, sea, and land,

The chimes of glory sounding,

Ascending to the sky;

Jesus our Savior reigneth

Forever more on high.

Ring how he bore our trials

And sorrows here below;

Of his lamb-like, sinless nature,

Purer than falling snow;

How he gave his life to banish

The clouds of midnight gloom

That brooded o'er creation

And o'er the dreary tomb.

Ring of the well of Sichar

And the everlasting tide,

With which its sparkling waters

His imagery supplied.

Ring of his mighty power

To comfort and to heal,

His gentleness and sympathy

In either woe or weal.

Ring of his blood that speaketh

Than Abel's, better things,

And to the guilty conscience

Sweet peace and pardon brings.

Ring how he burst death's fetters

In rising from the grave,

And from its lasting bondage

Will all his people save.

Ring how he intercedeth

And ever lives above

For all who trust and serve him,

Rejoicing in his love;

Of the many mansions he's prepared

Of everlasting rest,

Whose joys no tongue can utter

Nor tell how glad and blest.

Awake, then, to your duty,

O church of Christ, awake!

Behold the beauty of their feet

Who the glad tidings take!

Reach out and ring the bells of heaven;

Blest be the hands that give

The truth, that all who listen

May hope and joy and live!

Ah,‘ tis a wondrous story!

Good news to all the world!

The gospel means glad tidings

Wherever‘ tis unfurled.

Great God, impart thy Spirit

That all who love their Lord

May see in life a flitting hour

To obey and speak his word.