YE CHOIRS OF NEW JERUSALEM

[1]
Ye choirs of new Jerusalem,
your sweetest notes employ
the paschal victory to hymn
in strains of holy joy.

[2]
For Judah's lion burst his chains,
and crushed the serpent's head;
and brought with him from death's domains
the long imprisoned dead.

[3]
From hell's devouring jaws the prey
alone our leader bore;
his ransomed hosts pursue their way
where he has gone before.

[4]
Triumphant in his glory now,
his sceptre ruling all,
earth, heaven and hell before him bow
and at his footstool fall.

[5]
While joyful thus his praise we sing,
his mercy we implore,
into his palace bright to bring
and keep us evermore.

[6]
All glory to the Father be,
all glory to the Son,
all glory, Holy Ghost, to thee,
while endless ages run.