The Bloody Bell
By
Ian Long
When I’m reminded of my sin,
The Bloody Bell, it rings
again.
With joyous chimes my
thoughts it haunts
the writ of my Salvation’s
fonts[1]
Though cast in Gold, to
bronze became,
To humbly cast aside earth’s
fame
To change the sinner’s
stained soul,
from darkest black to white
as snow.
Though Vaunting Pride and
Wily Lust
Impose upon this human Dust.
The blessed ringing of this
Bell
now speaks of saving men from
hell.
The winey stain that blots
Its sheen,
Sin’s deathly wages aimed and
keen.
The Judgement price was paid
in blood,
That paints Its shiny surface
red.
Those perfect peals silenced
by Death.
Laid under by Divine request.
But Lo! Behold, third Dawn’s
rejoice!
Salvation’s Bell regained His
voice!
The Covenant made new in
Blood,
Sin’s awful debt in full was
paid.
The sinner’s stance in Godly
ire,
It burned away in Holy Fire.
This bell which chimed
Creation’s birth,
Now rings its loving tones on
earth.
This Gospel Bell which
ringeth true
Now tones its saving song for
You.
Rejoice my Soul, in this you
sing,
In privilege now this Bell to
ring.
So when our Foe reminds of
sin,
The Bloody Bell will ring
again.
