Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Let the ho­ly an­them rise,
And the choirs of Hea­ven chant it
In the tem­ple of the skies;
Let the mount­ains skip with glad­ness
And the joy­ful val­leys ring,
With ho­san­nas in the high­est
To our Sav­ior and our king.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Like the sun from out the wave,
He has ris­en up in tri­umph
From the dark­ness of the grave,
He’s the splen­dor of the na­tions,
He’s the lamp of end­less day;
He’s the ve­ry Lord of glo­ry
Who is ris­en up to­day.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Blessèd Je­sus make us rise,
From the life of this cor­rupt­ion
To the life that ne­ver dies.
May Your glo­ry be our por­tion,
When the days of time are past,
And the dead shall be awak­ened
By the trum­pet’s migh­ty blast.