Poems (Katz)/We are bells, in order
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WE ARE BELLS, IN ORDER
The bells, which chime sweet music from Spirits holy place,
Tell the story of blessedness in every upturned face.
We chime and chime together
And out o'er the fields of heather
Comes the music of the bells
Over hill and over dell,
And it ever bears the message
Sweetly sung throughout all time,
But is ever coming nearer
As we join the holy chime
And like a mighty chorus, in a belfry high,
We each a bell in order
Sing to our Father in the sky.
Tell the story of blessedness in every upturned face.
We chime and chime together
And out o'er the fields of heather
Comes the music of the bells
Over hill and over dell,
And it ever bears the message
Sweetly sung throughout all time,
But is ever coming nearer
As we join the holy chime
And like a mighty chorus, in a belfry high,
We each a bell in order
Sing to our Father in the sky.