Now Joyful Strains We Lift on High

Now joy­ful strains we lift on high

Amid the faith­ful throng

Of those who Je­sus mag­ni­fy

In sweet and ho­ly song.

We ren­der thanks

and bless the Lord

Who died our souls to save;

Through whom to heav­en­ly peace re­stored

We fear no more the grave.

With saints

who all tri­umph­ant­ly

In para­dise re­cord

O’er sin and death

the vic­to­ry

We strike the sil­ver chord.

With an­gel hosts that dwell ab­ove

And weave their gold­en lays

Around the throne of truth and love

We glad ho­san­nas raise.

We ce­le­brate the glo­ri­ous name

Of earth’s Re­deem­er king;

Our tongues aloud His pow­er pro­claim

In heart His grace we sing.