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!
He en­dured the knot­ted whips,
And the jeer­ing of the rabble,
And the scorn of mock­ing lips,
And the ter­rors of the gib­bet
Upon which He would be slain:
But His death was on­ly slum­ber—
He is ris­en up again.

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 light of end­less day,
He’s the ve­ry Lord of glo­ry
Who has ris­en up to­day.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
He has burst our pri­son bars,
He has lifted up the por­tals
Of our home be­yond the stars;
He has won for us our free­dom—
’Neath His feet our foes are trod;
He has pur­chased back our birth­right
To the king­dom of our God.

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