Oh, let us all arise and sing;
Joy is a constant, living thing,
A well that in the heart doth spring.
Rejoice, ye righteous, now!
It matters not what sense may say;
The mist departs with break of day.
Behold! the sun, which shines alway.
Rejoice, ye righteous, now!
There is no sin but false belief,
And Truth must break the bands of grief.
The Christ is here with swift relief.
Dear child of God, rejoice!
