Rejoice, Ye Pure in Heart



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!

Still lift your standard high;
Still march in firm array
As warriors through the darkness toil
Till dawns the golden day.

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

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

At last the march shall end,
The wearied ones shall rest;
The pilgrims find their Father’s house,
Jerusalem the blest.

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