1 O ring the bells of heaven high The marriage feast has come, The glorious jubilee is nigh, The saints are going home; The mighty pennants of the skies Are waving in the air, And o'er the gates of Zion rise The battlements so fair. The battlements so fair, so fair, The battlements so fair. And o'er the gates of Zion rise The battlements so fair 2 The King is mustering His guests; I see His glorious band; I see the shining habitants Of far-off Beulah land; They come, they cone on wings of light, I hear the bugle blast, I know the reign of sin's dark night Forevermore is past. For evermore is past, Forevermore is past. I know the reign of sin's dark night Forevermore is past. 3 From cloud to cloud, from dome to dome, The myriad army cries, The marriage of the Lamb has come, the marriage in the skies; Come, bring the linen white and clean, The wedding guests prepare, The garments gleam like silvery sheen, The bridal robe so fair. The bridal robe so fair, The bridal robe so fair. The garments gleam like silvery sheen, The bridal robe so fair. 4 The Bridegroom, too, methinks I see While myriad voices ring, Chiefest among ten thousand He Immanuel, my King, Thrice blessed are they who hear the call, A mighty angel cries, Haste to the supper of the Lamb, The marriage in the skies. The marriage in the skies, The marriage in the skies, Haste to the supper of the Lamb, The marriage in the skies.