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Come, children, hear the joyful sound,
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

Go spread the glad news all around,
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

Oh, the big bell's tollin' up in Zion,
 * The big bell's tollin' up in Zion,
 * The big bell's tollin' up in Zion,
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

I've been abused and tossed about,
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

But glory to the Lamb, I shout!
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

My bruthah jus' sent word to me,
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

That he'd done set his own self free.
 * Ding, Dong, Ding..

Ole massa said he could not go,
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

But he's done reached Ohio sho'.
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.