In these days of confused situations

In this night of a 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 cry has 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've 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 storm sea of night

Be a refuge amidst the slaughter

Of these fugitives in their flight



For you are timeless and part of a puzzle

You are winsome and young as a lad

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



(c) Michael K. Blanchard, ASCAP, Paragon Music Corp.

Gotz Music & Diadem Sky, ASCAP