All ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let your songs be new;
Amidst the church with cheerful voice
His later wonders show.

The Jews, the people of His grace,
Shall their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Sion owns her King.

The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek that lie despised in dust
Salvation shall adorn.

Saints should be joyful in their King,
E’en on a dying bed;
And like the souls in glory sing;
For God shall raise the dead.

Then His high praise shall fill their tongues
Their hands shall wield the sword;
And vengeance shall attend their songs,
The vengeance of the Lord.

When Christ the judgment-seat ascends,
And bids the world appear,
Thrones are prepared for all His friends
Who humbly loved Him here.

Then shall they rule with iron rod
Nations that dared rebel;
And join the sentence of their God
On tyrants doomed to hell.

The royal sinners bound in chains
New triumphs shall afford:
Such honor for the saints remains:
Praise ye, and love the Lord!

Saints of God! Lo, Jesu’s people
Age to age your glory tell;
In His Name for us ye labored,
Now in bless eternal dwell.

Twelve poor men, by Christ anointed,
Braved the rich, the wise, the great,
All the world counts dear rejecting,
Rapt in their apostolate.

Thus the earth their death-wounds purchased,
Hallowed by the blood therefrom,
On her bosom bore the nations,
Laved, illumined—Christendom.

On this feast, almighty Father,
May we praise Thee with the Son,
Evermore His love confessing,
Who from Both with Both is One.

Since I lost my sins and I found my Savior,
There is glory in my soul!
Since by faith I sought and obtained God’s favor,
There is glory in my soul!

Refrain

There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul!
Ev’ry day brighter grows,
And I conquer all my foes;
There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul!
There is glory in my soul!

Since He cleansed my heart, gave me sight for blindness,
There is glory in my soul!
Since He touched and healed me in loving kindness
There is glory in my soul!

Refrain

Since with God I’ve walked, having sweet communion,
There is glory in my soul!
Brighter grows each day in this heav’nly union,
There is glory in my soul!

Refrain

Since I entered Canaan on my way to Heaven,
There is glory in my soul!
Since the day my life to the Lord was given,
There is glory in my soul!

Refrain

There is a happy land, far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King,
Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise for aye.

Come to that happy land, come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand, why still delay?
Oh, we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with Thee, blest, blest for aye.

Bright, in that happy land, beams every eye;
Kept by a Father’s hand, love cannot die.
Oh, then to glory run; be a crown and kingdom won;
And, bright, above the sun, we reign for aye.

O Lord, ’tis matter of high praise,
Thy Word on us doth shine,
But happy they who feel its rays,
And glorious power divine.

O let poor sinners feel their sin
Prick them, as with a sword;
And purge out all that filth within;
So will we praise Thy Word.

Enlightened souls have cause to sing,
Who wounded were by Thee;
True cause of joy to such doth spring;
For they, Lord, healèd be.

And now in robes most richly decked,
They to the King are brought;
Surpassing angels, for have they
A robe so richly wrought.

We therefore throw our crowns below
Thy high and glorious throne;
And must all say, both night and day,
Thou worthy art alone,

All glory, power, and praise to have,
By us forevermore;
Thus let us sing unto our King,
And Him in heart adore.