1 Ring from your steeple, bells of gladness!
this is the day the world was born;
God's voice rang out across the darkness,
light filled the sky that primal morn.

2 Ring from your steeple, bells of victory!
this is the day death's sting was drawn;
God's voice rang out, the tomb was empty,
hope sprang alive that Easter morn.

3 Ring from your steeple, bells of power!
this is the day when, at the dawn,
God's voice rang out through wind and fire,
hearts became strong that Whitsun morn.

4 Ring from your steeple, bells of heaven!
this is the day when none shall mourn;
God's voice rings out this one - in - seven,
joy fills his church this Sunday morn.

Michael Saward (born 1932)
© Michael Saward/Jubilate Hymns
9 8 9 8 Iambic