Alleluia, song of glad­ness,
Voice of joy that can­not die;
Alleluia is the an­them
Ever dear to choirs on high;
In the house of God abid­ing
Thus they sing eter­nal­ly.

Alleluia thou re­sound­est,
True Je­ru­sa­lem and free;
Alleluia, joy­ful mo­ther,
All thy child­ren sing with thee;
But by Ba­by­lon’s sad wa­ters
Mourning ex­iles now are we.

Alleluia we de­serve not
Here to chant for­ev­er­more;
Alleluia our trans­gress­ions
Make us for a while give o’er;
For the ho­ly time is com­ing
Bidding us our sins de­plore.

Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee,
Grant us, bless­èd Tri­ni­ty,
At the last to keep Thine East­er
In our home be­yond the sky;
There to Thee for­ev­er sing­ing
Alleluia joy­ful­ly.