Of Christ our risen King.
The bells of hope are ringing, All Nature's bright and gay,
She comes from death of winter Resplendent on her way.
So help us, Heav'nly Father, To count all sin as dead,
And grow with quickened purpose
In Christ our living Head.
The bells of hope are ringing, O saddened heart now sing,
For cruel Death is vanquished, And Christ is risen King.
The grave could not retain Him,
Nor prove its boasted might,
He burst the bands asunder And reigns in deathless light.
"The Bells of Hope"
Lyrics & Music I.H. Meredith