Hark, creation’s Alleluia

Rising from a thousand shores,

Vibrates sweet as angel voices,

Loud as many waters, roars,

“Blessing, glory, power, salvation

To our God upon the throne,

Father, son, and Holy Spirit,

Infinite supreme, alone”

On and on, from dawn to sunset,

Borne on every changeful wind,

From the myriad-minded peoples

Of the hoary climes of Ind,

From the ransom’d sons of Afric,

From old Sinim’s crowded lands,

From the freeborn wanderes roaming

Araby’s unconquer’d sands.

From the coasts of ice to regions

Where perpetual summer smiles,

From the sunny-hearted children

Of the far pacific isles,

From the numbers without number

Of rejoicing Chritendom,

From the watchers for His advent

Who will soon to Zion come;

Gathering strength from every nation

Every kindred, tribe, and tongue.

Hark, that everlasting anthem,

Hark, that glorious tide of song,

Floods the valley with its music,

Echoes from the lasting hills,

Onward, upward, till the temple

Of the living God it fills.

Hark, it mingles with the raptures

Of the armies of the sky,

Who have pass’d through tribulation

Into perfect rest on high,

Clothed in robes of spotless beauty,

Palms of triumph in their hand,

Harping on their harps hosannas,

As before his face they stand:

“Glory unto him who loved us,

Him who wash’d us with his blood,

Kings and priests henceforth for ever

To our Father and our God.

Alleluia! Saints and angels,

Raise your loudest, loftiest strains;

Alleluia! Hell is vanquished:

God the Lord Almighty reign”