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.