1 Alleluia, song of gladness, voice of joy that cannot die;
Alleluia is the anthem ever dear to choirs on high;
In the house of God abiding thus they sing eternally.

2 Alleluia, now resounding, true Jerusalem and free;
Alleluia, joyful mother, all your children sing with glee;
But by Babylon's sad waters mourning exiles now are we.

3 Alleluia we deserve not here to chant for evermore,
Alleluia our transgressions make us for a while give o'er;
For the holy time is coming bidding us our sins deplore.

4 Therefore in our hymns we now pray, grant us, blessed Trinity,
At the last to keep you, Easter, in our home beyond he sky;
There to you for ever singing Alleluia joyfully.