1 Ye choirs of new Jerusalem,
your sweetest notes employ,
the Paschal victory to hymn
in strains of holy joy.
2 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.
3 From hell's devouring jaws the prey
alone our Leader bore;
his ransomed hosts pursue their way
where he hath gone before.
4 Triumphant in his glory now
his sceptre ruleth 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.
|First Line:||Ye choirs of new Jerusalem|
|Translator:||Robert Campbell (1814-1868)|
|Author:||St Fulbert of Chartres (d. 1028)|
|Topic:||Church Year: Easter; Church Year: Christ the King; Easter(8 more...)|
|Composer:||Henry John Gauntlett (1805-1876)|
|Notes:||A version in a lower key is found at 331.|