Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearts and voices heavï'nward raise:
Sing to God a hymn of gladness, Sing to God a hymn of praise.
He, Who on the cross a victim, For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of glory, Now is risen from the dead.

Now the iron bars are broken, Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life and life immortal, On that holy Easter morn.
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer By His mighty enterprise,
We with him to life eternal By His resurrection rise.

Christ is risen, we are risen! Shed upon us heav'nly grace,
Rain and dew and gleams of glory From the brightness of Thy face;
That, with hearts in heaven dwelling, We on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel hands be gathered, And be ever, Lord, with thee.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Glory be to God on high;
Alleluia to the Savior Who has won the victory;
Alleluia to the Spirit, Fount of love and sanctity;
Alleluia! Alleluia! To the Triune Majesty.

words: Christopher Wordsworth, 1807-1885.
tune: Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," 9th Symphony