Sing Al­le­lu­ia forth in du­te­ous praise,
Ye ci­ti­zens of Heav’n; O sweet­ly raise
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

Ye pow­ers, who stand be­fore the eter­nal Light,
In hymn­ing choirs re-ec­ho to the height,
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

The ho­ly ci­ty shall take up your strain,
And with glad songs re­sound­ing wake again
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

In bliss­ful an­ti­phons ye thus re­joice
To ren­der to the Lord with thank­ful voice
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

Ye who have gained at length your palms in bliss,
Victorious ones, your chant will still be this,
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

There, in one grand ac­claim, for­ev­er ring
The strains which tell the hon­or of your king,
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

This is sweet rest for wea­ry ones brought back,
This is glad food and drink which ne’er shall lack,
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

While Thee, by whom were all things made, we praise
Forever, and tell out in sweet­est lays,
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

Almighty Christ, to Thee our voic­es sing
Glory for­ev­er­more; to Thee we bring
An end­less Al­le­lu­ia.