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.

Chorus
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 a new a ransomed child.

Chorus
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 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.

Chorus
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.