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.