There is joy among the angels,
Singing round the throne above,
When repentant tears are flowing,
While the ris­en Lord is showing
All the riches of His love,
All the riches of His love,
All the riches of His love.

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There is joy, oh, there is joy,
Joy that ne­ver can be told,
When a soul that long has wandered,
Comes within the Sav­ior’s fold.

There is joy among the angels,
When a sinner heeds the call;
When he turns to Christ be­liev­ing,
And from Him is love receiving,
Grace that saves us one and all,
Grace that saves us one and all,
Grace that saves us one and all.

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There is joy among the angels,
When His cause is speeding on;
When the notes of praise are ringing,
That the Gos­pel work is bringing,
Precious sheaves for harvest morn,
Precious sheaves for harvest morn,
Precious sheaves for harvest morn.

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