Hark! the sound of ho­ly voic­es,
Chanting at the crys­tal sea,
Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!
Hallelujah! Lord, to Thee.
Multitude, which none can num­ber,
Like the stars, in glo­ry stand
Clothed in white ap­par­el, hold­ing
Palms of vic­to­ry in their hands.

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 pray­er,
Joined in ho­ly con­cert, sing­ing
To the Lord of all, are there.

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.

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.

Now they reign in heav’n­ly 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 bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.

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 full­ness
That we may for­ev­er­more
God the Fa­ther, God the Son, and
God the Ho­ly Ghost adore.