we hope to replace this simulation with genuine voices soon
Ye choirs of new Jerusalem, your sweetest notes employ,
The Paschal victory to hymn in strains of holy joy.
How Judah’s Lion burst his chains, And crushed the serpent’s head;
And brought with him, from death’s domains, the long imprisoned dead.
From hell’s devouring jaws the prey alone our leader bore.
His ransomed hosts pursue their way where he has gone before.
Triumphant in his glory now his sceptre ruleth all.
Earth, heaven and hell before him bow, and at his footstool fall.
While joyful thus his praise we sing,his mercy we implore,
Into his palace bright to bring and keep us evermore.
All glory to the Father be, all glory to the Son,
All glory to the Holy Ghost, to there, while endless ages run.
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