The Joy Bells of Canaan

The joy bells of Ca­naan

Send forth a glo­ri­ous peal!

They ban­ish all woe

And bring in God’s bless­èd weal;

I’m rav­ished with their mu­sic

When none but God is near;

And I hear them at day­break

And at noon and night they’re clear.

Hear the bells! Hear the bells!

They are peal­ing forth

The an­them of the free.

Hear the bells! Hear the bells!

They are ring­ing out

The glo­ri­ous ju­bi­lee.

Peace comes to the sin­ner

The mo­ment he be­lieves;

Great joy is in Heav­en

As soon as he re­ceives;

But soon he longs for Ca­naan

With sighs he can’t re­press

As still on­ward he jour­neys

Tow’rd the land he’ll soon pos­sess.

The joy bells of Ca­naan

Are sweet­est to my ear;

O hark­en

be­liev­er

Press on where you can hear!

One ca­dence of their mu­sic

Will thrill with joy your soul

And you’ll sing

leap and dance with

Shouts of joy you can’t con­trol.

The saint has a bel­fry

Where heav’n­ly chimes are rung

And out from its win­dows

Float tunes by an­gels sung;

No clang

nor clash

nor dis­cord

Is heard from this blest tow­er

For the songs of re­demp­tion

Peal forth from hour to hour.