Ye choirs of new Jerusalem,
Thy sweetest notes employ,
the Paschal victory to hymn,
In strains of holy joy.

How Judah's Lion burst his chains,
And crushed the serpent's head;
And brought with him, from death's domains,
The long-imprisoned dead.

From hell's devouring jaws the prey
Alone our Leader bore;
His ransomed hosts pursue their way
Where he hath gone before.

Triumphant in his glory now
his sceptre ruleth all;
Earth, heav'n, and hell before him bow,
And at his footstool fall.

While joyful thus his praise we sing
His mercy we implore;
Into his palace bright to bring
And keep us evermore.

All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son.
All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.