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