Pour forth thy sweet measures,
Thou murmuring lyre;
O sing, for He liveth,
As truly He said,
Yea, Jesus hath risen
Unharmed from the dead.
IV
Shout praises, ye mountains,
Vales catch the refrain;
Frisk gaily, ye fountains;
Pour forth thy sweet measures,
Thou murmuring lyre;
O sing, for He liveth,
As truly He said,
Yea, Jesus hath risen
Unharmed from the dead.
Shout praises, ye mountains,
Vales catch the refrain;
Frisk gaily, ye fountains;