Alleluia Perenne (William H. Monk)

I.
Sing Alleluia forth in duteous praise,
Ye citizens of Heav’n; and sweetly raise
An endless Alleluia.

Ye next, who stand before th’Eternal Light,
In hymning choirs re-echo to the height,
An endless Alleluia.

The Holy City shall take up your strain,
And with glad songs resounding wake again
An endless Alleluia.

In blissful antiphons ye thus rejoice
To render to the Lord with thankful voice
An endless Alleluia.

Ye who have gained at length your palms in bliss,
Victorious ones, your chant shall still be this,
An endless Alleluia.

There, in one grand acclaim, forever ring
The strains which tell the honour of your King,
An endless Alleluia.

This is the rest for weary ones brought back,
This is glad food and drink which none shall lack,
An endless Alleluia.

While Thee, by Whom were all things made, we praise
Forever, and tell out in sweetest lays,
An endless Alleluia.

Almighty Christ, to Thee our voices sing
Glory forevermore; to Thee we bring
An endless Alleluia. Amen.

II.
Lord of the harvest, it is right and meet
That we should lay oblations at Thy feet
With joyful Alleluia.

Sweet is the praise that follows toil and prayer;
Sweet is the worship that with heaven we share,
Who sing the Alleluia.

We toiled and prayed and Thou hast heard on high,
Hast cheered our hearts and change our suppliant cry
To festal Alleluia.

So sing we now in time with that great song,
That all the age of ages shall prolong,
The endless Alleluia.

To thee, O Lord of Harvest, Who hast heard,
And to thy white-robed reapers given the word,
We sing our Alleluia.

O Christ, Who in the wide world's fallow lea
Hast sown in blood the precious seed, to Thee,
We sing in Alleluia.

To thee, O Holy Ghost, Whose gracious rain
And living breath hath fed the ghostly grain,
We sing our Alleluia.

Yes, West and East, the Harvest men went forth:
“We come” has sounded to the South and North.
At morn, sing Alleluia!

In fields of home, in fields the far away,
Toilers for Jesus hail the golden day.
At noon, sing Alleluia!

The winds of God have blown with living breath,
His dews have fallen on the plains of death.
At Eve sing Alleluia!

Yea, for sweet hope fulfilled, new hope begun,
Sing Alleluia to the Three in One,
Adoring Alleluia.

"Glory to God!" the Church in patience cries;
"Glory to God! the Church in bliss replies,
With endless Alleluia! Amen.