Alleluia, song of sweetness. Hymn

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Praise The Lord O My Soul
Praise The Lord O My Soul

Alleluia, song of sweetness,

Voice of joy that cannot die,

Alleluia is the anthem

Ever dear to choirs on high,

In the house of God abiding

Thus they sing eternally.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alleluia, Church victorious

Thou mayst lift the joyful strain,

Alleluia songs of triumph

Well befit the ransomed train

Faint and feeble are our praises

While in exile we remain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Psalms_100-4: Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
Psalms_100-4: Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.

Alleluia may not always

Be our song while here below;

Alleluia, our transgressions,

Make us for a while forego;

For the solemn time is coming

When our tears for sin must

flow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Therefore in our hymns we pray

Thee,

Grant us, Blessed Trinity,

At the last to keep Thine Easter,

In our Home beyond the sky,

There to Thee for ever singing

Alleluia joyfully.