When shall the voice of sing­ing
Flow joy­ful­ly along?
When hill and val­ley ring­ing
With one tri­um­phant song,
Proclaim the con­test end­ed,
And Him who once was slain,
Again to earth des­cend­ed,
In right­eous­ness to reign.

Then from the crag­gy mount­ains
The sac­red shout shall fly,
And sha­dy vales and fount­ains
Shall echo the re­ply;
High tower and low­ly dwell­ing,
Shall send the ec­ho round,
All hal­le­lu­jahs swell­ing
In one eter­nal sound.