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THE strain upraise of joy and praise,
To the glory of their King Shall the ransomed people sing And the choirs that dwell on high Shall re- echo through the sky They in the rest of Paradise who dwell, The blessed ones, with joy the chorus swell,
Alleluia.
Alleluia.
Alleluia.
Alleluia.
The planets beaming on their heavenly way, The shining constellations join, and say
Alleluia.
Ye clouds that onward sweep, Ye winds on pinions light,
Ye thunders, echoing loud and deep, Ye lightnings, wildly bright,
In sweet consent unite your Alleluia.
Ye floods and ocean billows, Ye storms and winter snow, Ye days of cloudless beauty, Hoar frost and summer glow, Ye groves that wave in spring And glorious forests, sing Alleluia.
First let the birds, with painted plumage gay, Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say
Alleluia.
Then let the beasts of earth, with varying
strain,
Alleluia.
Join in creation's hymn, and cry again,
Alleluia.
Alleluia.
Here let the mountains thunder forth
sonorous,


