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Now Bells Are Ringing Far And Wide
Author: B. S. Ingeman Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #17 (1927) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Now bells are ringing far and wide,
Their peals to the sky ascending;
Great gladness, like a swelling tide,
Each Sunday to heav'n is wending.
2 They sound the songs of praise and pray'r,
While angels in heaven listen:
It was a Sunday morning fair,
When Jesus broke down our prison.
3 He in the gloomy grave went down,
And passed to the realms of spirits;
He rose to bring His saints the crown
Of life and of wondrous merits.
4 The Joy of men by death was bound;
But now we rejoice forever,
The joy that Sunday morning crowned
Departs from God's children never.
5 An angel watched the open tomb,
While palms in the sun did glisten,
And pointed from its fear and gloom
To Christ from the dead arisen.
6 The joy of men was great that day,
But greater the joy of heaven,
For Christ, our Lord and King for aye,
Had life to His children given.
7 God's children lift to Him their prayer,
While angels in heaven listen:
It was a Sunday morning fair,
When Jesus broke down our prison.
Topics: Opening Hymns Languages: English Tune Title: [Now bells are ringing far and wide]
Now Bells Are Ringing Far And Wide
Now Bells Are Ringing Far And Wide
Author: B. S. Ingeman Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #17 (1928) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Now bells are ringing far and wide,
Their peals to the sky ascending;
Great gladness, like a swelling tide,
Each Sunday to heav'n is wending.
2 They sound the songs of praise and prayer,
While angels in heaven listen;
It was a Sunday morning fair,
When Jesus broke down our prison.
3 He in the gloomy grave went down,
And passed to the realms of spirits;
He rose to bring His saints the crown
Of life and of wondrous merits.
4 The Joy of men by death was bound;
But now we rejoice forever,
The joy that Sunday morning crowned
Departs from God's children never.
5 An angel watched the open tomb,
While palms in the sun did glisten,
And pointed from its fear and gloom
To Christ from the dead arisen.
6 The joy of men was great that day,
But greater the joy of heaven,
For Christ, our Lord and King for aye,
Had life to His children given.
7 God's children lift to Him their prayer,
While angels in heaven listen.
It was a Sunday morning fair,
When Jesus broke down our prison.
Topics: Opening Hymns Languages: English
Now Bells Are Ringing Far And Wide
