Sing the Song, the Triumph Song

Sing the song

the tri­umph song

The vic­tor’s crown is on;

Shout to Christ and march along

The bat­tle’s fought and won;

Raise it till it shake the sky!

For the saints

the saints on high

Their day of strife and la­bor done.

Down the deep and dark­some vale

They passed from out of sight;

Now beyond its riv­er pale

They mount to death­less light

To the land of ver­dant bow­ers

And of sweet

un­fad­ing flow­ers

For ev­er fair

for ev­er bright.

On! up­on the ho­ly height

An al­tar-throne is spread;

See the Lamb

in ra­di­ant light

With thorn-en­cir­cled head.

See

the saints from val­ley rise

Find with glad

ex­pect­ant eyes

Their Sav­ior

Je­sus Christ the Lord.

Patriarchs and pro­phets stand

In joy on ei­ther side

Now pos­sess the Pro­mised Land

Bestowed by Him who died.

Now their types are all com­plete

Priest and king and pro­phet meet

In glad ac­cord

and sa­tis­fied.

Mary now in joy­ous cheer

The maid­en

mo­ther

queen;

John the Bap­tist

John the Seer

This tri­umph once fore­seen;

Peter with the dou­ble keys

Magdalen up­on her knees

Apostles twelve in gold­en sheen.

Innocents by Her­od slain

The clouds about the sun;

Crimson-flushed

bap­tized in pain

Ere life had well be­gun

Now with an­gels

hand in hand

Roam about the hap­py land

Without a fear

with trou­ble none.

Catharine

from wheel and blade

Ascends to per­fect day;

Cicely

in snow ar­rayed

Comes sing­ing on her way.

Lucy

with her lamp alight

Virgin co­hort

fair and bright

With ros­es and with lil­ies gay.

Martyr host

con­fess­ors true

And ma­ny a faith­ful priest;

Humble souls

earth nev­er knew

The first who were the least.

Sing the saints

their sor­rows o’er

Weeping

want­ing now no more

They full en­joy the mar­riage feast.