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There is joy among the angels,
Singing round the throne above,
When repentant tears are flowing,
While the risen Lord is showing
All the riches of His love,
All the riches of His love,
All the riches of His love.
There is joy, oh, there is joy,
Joy that never can be told,
When a soul that long has wandered,
Comes within the Savior’s fold.
There is joy among the angels,
When a sinner heeds the call;
When he turns to Christ believing,
And from Him is love receiving,
Grace that saves us one and all,
Grace that saves us one and all,
Grace that saves us one and all.
There is joy, oh, there is joy,
Joy that never can be told,
When a soul that long has wandered,
Comes within the Savior’s fold.
There is joy among the angels,
When His cause is speeding on;
When the notes of praise are ringing,
That the Gospel work is bringing,
Precious sheaves for harvest morn,
Precious sheaves for harvest morn,
Precious sheaves for harvest morn.
There is joy, oh, there is joy,
Joy that never can be told,
When a soul that long has wandered,
Comes within the Savior’s fold.
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