Ye saints, your music bring,

Attuned to sweetest sound,

Strike every trembling string,

Till earth and heaven resound;

The triumphs of the cross we sing;

Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

2 The cross, the cross alone,

Subdued the powers of hell;

Like lightning from his throne

The prince of darkness fell,

The triumphs of the cross we sing,

Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

3 The cross hath power to save

From all the foes that rise;

The cross hath made the grave

A passage to the skies;

The triumphs of the cross we sing;

Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.