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In these days of confused situations
In these nights 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 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 your dungeon, a rumor is stirring
And your eyes show the sorrow they've had
Ah, but this time the cell keys they're turning
He has opened the gates
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 likes 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 you 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

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