Scripture Verse

I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head. Genesis 3:15

Introduction

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Fulbert of Chartres (952–1028)

Words: Ful­bert of Chartres (952–1028) (Chor­us no­vae Ie­ru­sa­lem). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Ro­bert Camp­bell in Hymns and An­thems, 1850.

Music: St. Ful­bert Hen­ry J. Gaunt­lett, 1849 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

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Henry Gauntlett
(1805–1876)
National Portrait Gallery

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Lyrics

Ye choirs of new Je­ru­sa­lem,
Your sweet­est notes em­ploy,
The Pas­chal vic­to­ry to hymn
In strains of ho­ly joy.

For Ju­dah’s Li­on bursts His chains,
Crushing the ser­pent’s head;
And cries aloud through death’s do­mains
To wake the im­pri­soned dead.

From hell’s de­vour­ing jaws the prey
Alone our lead­er bore;
His ran­somed hosts pur­sue their way
Where Je­sus goes be­fore.

Triumphant in His glo­ry now
To Him all pow­er is giv’en;
To Him in one com­mun­ion bow
All saints in earth and Heav’n.

While we, His sol­diers, praise our king,
His mer­cy we im­plore,
Within His pa­lace bright to bring
And keep us ev­er­more.

All glo­ry to the Fa­ther be,
All glo­ry to the Son,
All glo­ry, Ho­ly Ghost, to Thee,
While endl­ess ages run.

John M. Neale’s translation:

Ye choirs of new Je­ru­salem,
To sweet new strains at­tune your theme;
The while we keep, from care re­leased,
With so­ber joy our Pas­chal feast:

When Christ, un­con­quered Li­on, first
The dra­gon’s chains by ris­ing burst:
And while with liv­ing voice He cries,
The dead of oth­er ag­es rise.

Engorged in for­mer years, their prey
Must death and hell re­store to­day:
And many a cap­tive soul, set free,
With Je­sus leaves cap­ti­vi­ty.

Right glo­ri­ous­ly He tri­umphs now,
Worthy to whom should all things bow;
And join­ing Hea­ven and earth again,
Links in one com­mon­weal the twain.

And we, as these His deeds we sing,
His sup­pli­ant sol­diers, pray our king,
That in His pa­lace, bright and vast,
We may keep watch and ward at last.

Long as un­end­ing ag­es run,
To God the Fa­ther, laud be done:
To God the son, our equal praise,
And God the Holy Ghost, we raise.