In these days of confused situations

In these nights of 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

Chorus:

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 admist 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

Repeat Chorus (x2)