Verse 1Ye choirs of new Jerusalem,
Your sweetest notes employ,
The paschal victory to hymn
In strains of holy joy.
Verse 2For Judah's Lion burst his chains,
And crushed the serpent's head;
And brought with him, from death's domain,
The long-imprisoned dead.
Verse 3From hell's devouring jaws the prey
Alone our leader bore;
His ransomed hosts pursue their way
Where he hath gone before.
Verse 4Triumphant in his glory now,
To him all power is given;
To him in one communion bow
All saints in earth and heaven.
Verse 5While joyful thus his praise we sing,
His mercy we implore,
Into his palace bright to bring
And keep us evermore.
Verse 6All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son.
All glory, Holy Ghost, to thee,
While endless ages run,