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.