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.

Devouring depths of hell their prey at his command restore;
His ransomed hosts pursue their way where Jesus goes before.
Triumphant in His glory now to him all power is given;
To him in one communion bow all saints in earth and heaven.

While we his soldiers praise our King
His mercy we implore,
within his palace bright to bring
And keep us evermore.

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

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

Alleluia, Amen.

St Fulbert of Chartres
(music by C.V.Stanford)