1 Hark! the sound of holy voices,
Chanting at the crystal sea,
Alleluia, Lord, to Thee.
Multitudes, which none can number
Like the stars in glory stand,
Clothed in white apparel, holding
Palms of vict'ry in their hand.
2 Patriarch and holy prophet,
Who prepared the way of Christ,
King, apostle, saint, confessor,
Martyr, and evangelist,
Saintly maiden, godly matron,
Widows who have watched to payer,
Joined in holy concert, singing
To the Lord of all, are there.
3 They have come from tribulation,
And have washed their robes in blood,
Washed them in the blood of Jesus;
Tried they were, and firm they stood.
Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented,
Sawn asunder, slain with sword,
They have conquered death and Satan
By the might of Christ the Lord.
4 Marching with Thy Cross, their banner,
They have triumphed, following
Thee, the Captain of salvation,
Thee, their Savior and their King.
Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered,
Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died,
And by death to life immortal
They were born and glorified.
5 Now they reign in heavenly glory,
Now they walk in golden light,
Now they drink, as from a river,
Holy bliss and infinite.
Love and peace they taste forever
And all truth and knowledge see
In the beatific vision
Of the blessed Trinity.
6 God of God, the One-begotten
Light of Light, Emmanuel,
In whose body, joined together,
All the saints forever dwell.
Pour upon us of Thy fulness
That we may forevermore
God the Father, God the Spirit,
One with Thee on high, adore.
|First Line:||Hark! the sound of holy voices|
|Title:||Hark! the Sound of Holy Voices|
|Author:||Christopher Wordsworth, 1807-1885 (1862)|
|Topic:||The Church: Communion of Saints|
|Source:||"Neues geistreiches Gesangbuch," Halle, 1704|