Now joyful strains we lift on high,
Amid the faithful throng
Of those who Jesus magnify
In sweet and holy song.
We render thanks, and bless the Lord,
Who died our souls to save;
Through whom to heavenly peace restored
We fear no more the grave.
With saints, who all triumphantly
In paradise record,
O’er sin and death, the victory,
We strike the silver chord.
With angel hosts that dwell above,
And weave their golden lays
Around the throne of truth and love,
We glad hosannas raise.
We celebrate the glorious name
Of earth’s Redeemer king;
Our tongues aloud His power proclaim,
In heart His grace we sing.