Classic Poem

Alleluia! Alleluia! Let the holy anthem rise
—And the choirs of heaven chant it
From the temple of the skies;
—Let the mountains skip with gladness,
And the joyful valleys ring;
—For Hosanna in the highest
To our saviour and our king!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Like the sun from out the wave
—He has risen up in triumph
From the darkness of the grave;
—He's the splendor of the nation
He's the lamp of endless day
—He's the very Lord of glory
Who has risen up today!