Rejoice, Ye Pure in Heart

Rejoice, ye pure in heart,Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;Your orient banner wave on high,The Cross of Christ your King.

Bright youth and snow-crowned age,Strong men and maidens meek,Raise high your free exulting song,God's wondrous praises speak.

With all the Angel choirs,With all the saints on earth,Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,True rapture, noblest mirth.

Your clear hosannas raise,And alleluyas loud;Whilst answering echoes upward float,Like wreaths of incense cloud.

With voice as full and strongAs ocean's surging praise,Send forth the hymns our fathers loved,The psalms of ancient days.

Yes on, through life's long path,Still chanting as ye go,From youth to age, by night and day,In gladness and in woe.

Still lift your standard high,Still march in firm array,As warriors through the darkness toilTill dawns the golden day.

At last the march shall end,The wearied ones shall rest,The pilgrims find their Father's home,Jerusalem the blest.

Then on, ye pure in heart,Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;Your orient banner wave on high,The Cross of Christ your King.

Praise him who reigns on high,The Lord whom we adore,The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,One God for evermore.