Rejoice, ye pure in heart,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
your festal banner wave on high,
the cross of Christ your King.
Rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing!
Bright youth and snow-crowned age,
strong men and maidens meek,
raise high your free, exulting song;
God’s wondrous praises speak.
Rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing!
With all the angel choirs,
with all the saints on earth,
pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
true rapture, noblest mirth!
Rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing!
Yes, on thro’ life’s long path,
still chanting as ye go,
from youth to age, by night and day,
in gladness and in woe.
Rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing!
At last the march shall end,
the wearied ones shall rest;
the pilgrims find their Father’s house,
Jerusalem the blest.
Rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing!
Then on, ye pure in heart,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
your glorious banner wave on high,
the cross of Christ your King.
Rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, give thanks, and sing!