1 Heaven’s joy bells are in my soul
Ringing, sweetly ringing;
Messages of rest and love,
To my spirit bringing;
God’s own hand doth make them chime,
Keeps them ringing all the time,
Oh, their music is sublime!
Like the angels’ singing.
2 Joy bells ringing all the time,
Adverse winds about me,
Only make them sweeter chime;
Storms are all without me:
In my soul ‘tis always light,
Christ’s own presence makes it bright,
Where he dwells is never night,
Though ‘tis dark about me.
3 Joy bells ring when o’er my path
Fierce temptations hover;
For, with his almighty hand,
Christ my head doth cover;
And he whispers, “In my soul
Sin shall never have control;
I, who cleansed, will keep thee whole,
Only trust me ever.”
4 Happy, happy, golden bells,
Never cease your ringing;
When I reach the heavenly hills,
Hear the ransomed singing,
I shall find your song the same;
To the Lamb who once was slain,
To the dear Redeemer’s name,
Endless praises bringing.