Oh, sing with ex­ult­ation,
Sing to the Lord, re­joice,
And in His con­gre­ga­tion
Shout with tri­umph­ant voice.
For, lo, at God’s right hand
Is Christ in glo­ry seated;
With death and hell de­feat­ed,
As Vic­tor doth com­mand.

Since Christ, our Lord, is liv­ing,
We nev­er­more shall die;
To God the glo­ry giv­ing,
We rise to Him on high.
Though chast­ened we may be
And to our graves be tak­en,
We un­to life shall wak­en
And live eter­nal­ly.

Christ is the sure found­ation
The build­er did re­ject,
But He for our sal­va­tion
Is pre­cious and elect
And made the cor­ner-stone
On which the Church is found­ed;
This mar­vel now is sound­ed,
The work of God alone.

To Thee, O Christ, be glo­ry,
Who cam­est in His name!
Thy peo­ple sing the sto­ry
Thy prais­es to pro­claim.
We thank Thee and ad­ore,
O Christ, our Lord and Sav­ior;
Thy grace and bound­less fa­vor
Stand fast for­ev­er­more.