Sing Alleluia, All Ye Lands!

Sing Al­le­luia

all ye lands!

Ye floods and oceans

clap your hands!

The King re­turns from glo­ri­ous fight

Whose arms have shat­tered Sa­tan’s might;

Our glad­dest song shall there­fore be

That God was reign­ing from the Tree!

The sling and five smooth stones have slain

The giant on the bat­tle plain;

And Holo­fer­nes’ fal­chi­on dread

Hath sev­ered Ho­lo­fer­nes’ head;

Our chief is crowned

for slain was He

When God was reign­ing from the Tree!

Alone

des­pised

and set at naught

The press He trod

the fight He fought;

Alone He crushed the dra­gon down

And so alone He wears the crown;

The sun is bright

the clouds must flee

For God was reign­ing from the Tree!

Jerusalem

arise and shine!

The glo­ry of thy Lord is thine;

The vic­tor’s crown

the roy­al throne

Are all His gift

and all thine own;

For all of His thine own shall be

Since God was reign­ing from the Tree!