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      From the dungeon a rumor is stirring   You have heard it again and again   But this time the cell keys they are turning   And outside there are faces of friends   And though your body lay weary from wasting   And your eyes show the sorrow they've had   Oh the love that your heart is now tasting   Has opened the gates, 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