The Big Bell in Zion

Come, children, hear the joyful sound,
  Ding, Dong, Ding.
Go spread the glad news all around,
  Ding, Dong, Ding.

Chorus
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.

Ise gwine to be real nice an' meek,
  Ding, Dong, Ding.
Den I'll run away myself nex' week.
  Ding, Dong, Ding.

Chorus

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.

Published in The Book of American Negro Poetry

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