Clap Hands, O Ye Heavens

Clap hands

O ye heav­ens

Thou fir­ma­ment ring!

From high­est to low­est

Thou uni­verse sing!

The dark­ness and tu­mult

Have end­ed in calm;

And glo­ry has come

And vic­to­ry’s palm.

Clap your hands

all ye mount­ains!

Ye val­leys

all ring!

O war­ble

ye fount­ains

Ye lit­tle hills

sing!

He liv­eth again

as tru­ly He said.

Unconquered

un­harmed

He has come from the dead.

Come forth

O ye flow­ers

Come forth with the Spring!

And deck the fair plains with

Each blos­som­ing thing.

With vio­lets hum­ble

Let ros­es be joined

And ma­ri­golds bright

With li­lies com­bined.

Thou song of re­joic­ing

Rise high­er and high­er

Thou spir­it of glad­ness

Breathe forth from the lyre.

For Je­sus is ris­en

As tru­ly He said

Unconquered

un­harmed

He’s come from the dead.