The gladdest of strains.
For once more he sees us
Alive, as he said;
Our holy Lord Jesus
Escaped from the dead.
Then thunder ye mountains,
Ye valleys resound,
Leap forth, O ye fountains,
Ye hills echo round.
For he alone frees us,
The gladdest of strains.
For once more he sees us
Alive, as he said;
Our holy Lord Jesus
Escaped from the dead.
Then thunder ye mountains,
Ye valleys resound,
Leap forth, O ye fountains,
Ye hills echo round.
For he alone frees us,