The Joyful Chorus

1 Hark! the joyful choir of angels
Sing the praise of Christ the Son;
He who rose from out the manger,
Gloriously now leadeth on,
See his banner brightly gleaming
O’er the dark, dark clouds of sin,
Victor be his soldiers crowned;
In his name they always win,
Victor be his soldiers crowned;
In his name they always win.

2 ’Tis the song brought down from heaven,
By the angel round the throne,
To make glad a world of sorrow,
To reclaim to God his own,
To bring back the lost and erring
To their glorious home above;
And to show them how the Father
Manifests his wondrous love,
Victor be his soldiers crowned;
In his name they always win.

3 All ye people join in singing,
All ye nations join as one;
Keep the joyful heavens ringing
With the words, “the Lord is come.”
Sing his praise with joyful voices,
Loudly let the echo ring,
All the hosts of heaven rejoices,
Glory to the Lord our King,
All the hosts of heaven rejoices,
Glory to the Lord our King.

Source: Pearls of Praise #147

• MIDI file from Pearls of Praise #147