In these days of confused situations, in these nights of restless remorse, when the heart
and the soul of a nation lay wounded and cold as a corpse, from the grave of the innocent
Adam comes a song bringing joy to the sad, oh, your cries have been heard and the ransom
has been paid up in full, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, every debt that
you ever had has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord, be ye glad, be ye glad,
be ye glad. Now from the dungeon a rumor is stirring and you have heard it again and again,
oh, but this time the cell keys are turning and outside there are faces of friends and though
your body lay weary from wasting and your eyes show the sorrow they've had, oh, the love that
your heart is now tasting has opened the gate, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, every debt that you ever had
has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord, be ye glad, be ye glad, be ye glad.
So be like lights on the rim of the water,
giving hope in a stormy sea of night and be a refuge amidst the slaughter for these fugitives
in their flight, for you are timeless and part of a puzzle, you are winsome and young as a ladder
and there is no disease or no struggle that can pull you from God, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, every debt that you ever had
has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord, be ye glad, be ye glad, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, oh, be ye glad, every debt that you ever had
has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord, be ye glad, be ye glad, be ye glad.