THE SABBATH BELLS
The Sabbath bells are ringing,
The morn is bright and clear,
The birds are warbling sweetly
Their love song in the air.
The good old parson’s waiting
Once more his flock to see,
To tell the gospel message
Of pardon, full and free.
The Sabbath bells are ringing,
God’s Word to come and hear –
Prepare ye for the kingdom
The crowning day is near.
The good old parson’s waiting,
With gladsome news in store –
All ye who trust the Master
Shall live for evermore.
The Sabbath bells are ringing,
Come, boldly take your stand,
Come’ cast down all your sorrow,
Come, join our little band.
The good old parson’s waiting
Come, lay your burden down,
All ye who trust the Master
Shall wear a starry crown.
