Ye Choirs Of New Jerusalem

    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.

    All glory to the Father be,
    all glory to the Son,
    all glory, Holy Ghost to thee,
    while endless ages run.
    Alleluia. Amen.

    Ye Holy Angels Bright

    Richard Baxter (1615-1691), John Hampden Gurney (1802-1862), Richard Robert Chope (1830-1928)

    Ye holy angels bright,
    who wait at God's right hand,
    or through the realms of light
    fly at your Lord's command,
    assist our song,
    for else the theme
    too high doth seem
    for mortal tongue.

    Ye blessed souls at rest,
    who ran this earthly race,
    and now from sin released,
    behold the Saviour's face,
    his praises sound,
    as in his sight
    with sweet delight
    ye do abound.

    Ye saints, who toil below,
    adore your heavenly King,
    and onward as ye go
    some joyful anthem sing;
    take what he gives
    and praise him still,
    through good and ill,
    who ever lives.

    My soul, bear thou thy part,
    triumph in God above,
    and with a well-tuned heart
    sing thou the songs of love;
    let all thy days
    till life shall end,
    whate'er he send,
    be filled with praise.

    Ye Servants Of God, Your Master Proclaim

    Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

    Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
    And publish abroad his wonderful name;
    The name all-victorious of Jesus extol;
    His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.

    God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
    And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
    The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
    Ascribing salvation to Jesus our king.

    Salvation to God who sits on the throne!'
    Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son;
    The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
    Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.

    Then let us adore, and give him his right:
    All glory and power, all wisdom and might,
    All honour and blessing, with angels above,
    And thanks never-ceasing, and infinite love.

    Yes, God Is Good: In Earth And Sky

    John Hampden Gurney (1802-1862)

    Yes, God is good: in earth and sky,
    from ocean-depths and spreading wood,
    ten thousand voices seem to cry,
    'God made us all, and God is good.'

    The sun that keeps his trackless way
    and downward pours his golden flood,
    night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say
    in accents clear, that God is good.

    The merry birds prolong the strain,
    their song with every spring renewed,
    and balmy air and falling rain,
    each softly whispers. 'God is good.'

    We hear it in the rushing breeze;
    the hills that have for ages stood,
    the echoing sky and roaring seas,
    all swell the chorus, 'God is good.

    For all thy gifts we bless thee, Lord,
    but chiefly for our heavenly food,
    thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word:
    these prompt our song that God is good.

    You are the King of glory

    Mavis Ford and Julie Sharp

    You are the King of glory,
    You are the Prince of Peace,
    You are the Lord of heaven and earth,
    You're the Son of righteousness.
    Angels bow down before You,
    worship and adore,
    for You have the words of eternal life,
    You are Jesus Christ the Lord.
    Hosanna to the Son of David!
    Hosanna to the King of kings!
    Glory in the highest heaven,
    for Jesus the Messiah reigns!

    You Shall Go Out With Joy

    Stuart Dauermann (born 1944)

    You shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace,
    and the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you.
    There'll be shouts of joy and the trees of the field
    shall clap, shall clap their hands,
    and the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
    and the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
    and the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
    and you'll go out with joy.

    You Shall Go Out With Joy

    You shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace,
    and the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you.
    There'll be shouts of joy and the trees of the field
    shall clap, shall clap their hands,
    and the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
    and the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
    and the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
    and you'll go out with joy.

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