Who can describe the joys that rise

Through all the courts of Paradise,

To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born?

With joy the Father doth approve

The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down and sees

The purchase of his agonies.

The Spirit takes delight to view

The holy soul he formed anew;

And saints and angels join to sing,

The growing empire of their King.