The Bells Sing, "Redeemed"

In the early morning dark,

Before the rising of the lark,

Listen! Listen! Oh, how they ring,

Those beautiful bells of the one true King,

“Glory, glory, glory!”

Some used, broken, and scarred,

Others still yet corroded and marred,

Discarded–away they were cast!

But Lo! The King cared not for their past.

He, too, would be wounded down to the soul,

Love cast away deep, in the dark of a hole!

Three days he would toil, for them, he had died.

Three days in sorrow, those bells, how they cried,

“Slain, Slain, Slain!”

His enemies thought it finished at death,

How could they know life begins with His breath?

What they meant for evil was turned to good,

And the veil was lifted like that of a hood.

The bells were scattered, and all thought lost.

But the King, so clever, had ransomed their cost.

He polished their hearts and made them all new,

They ring with His promise; the same is for you,

“Redeemed, Redeemed, Redeemed!”

They beckon and call to the one who will hear,

“Cry out to the King, and he will draw near.

Know doubt in this world, you’ve been put to the test

But only with Him will you find your true rest.”

Listen! Listen! Oh, how they sing,

Those beautiful bells of our risen King!

Come! Come! Behold his glory and see!

For the invitation is given that you may be…

“Redeemed, Redeemed, Redeemed!”