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 bursts his chains,
crushing the serpent's head;
and cries aloud through death's domains
to wake the imprisoned dead.

3 Devouring depths of hell their prey
at his command restore;
his ransomed hosts pursue their way
where Jesus goes before.

4 Triumphant in his glory now
to him all power is given;
to him in one communion bow
all saints in earth and heaven.

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