Ringing, sweet­ly ring­ing,
The cheer­ful Sab­bath bells;
Ringing, sweet­ly ring­ing,
The cheer­ful Sab­bath bells.
We lin­ger a mo­ment their call to hear,
Then haste away to our school so dear;
Over the green­wood joy­ous and free,
Singing with glad­ness, hap­py are we.

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While ov­er the dist­ant hill
Their mu­sic is float­ing still,
Hear the ec­ho, ec­ho, ec­ho;
Sweet Sab­bath bells,
Hear the ec­ho, ec­ho, ec­ho,
Sweet Sab­bath bells.

Ringing, sweet­ly ring­ing,
Their sil­ver chimes we love;
Ringing, sweet­ly ring­ing,
Their sil­ver chimes we love.
A mis­sion of peace to the heart they bear,
A wel­come call to the house of prayer;
Telling of rap­tures, tell­ing of rest,
Mansions of glo­ry, tran­quil and blest.

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Ringing, sweet­ly ring­ing,
Those cheer­ful Sab­bath bells;
Ringing, sweet­ly ring­ing,
Those cheer­ful Sab­bath bells.
O! let us be grate­ful to God above,
Who crown­eth our days with the light of love,
Blessèd Re­deem­er, ev­er to Thee,
Praise from Thy child­ren of­fered shall be.

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