Hallelujah, hark! they sing,

Praising loud their heavenly King.

Who are these, who palms are clasping,

Like a conqueror, in their hand,

When he sees his foeman gasping,

Stretch’d before him in the sand?

What the combat, who the foes,

Whence this victory arose?

Who are these, in dazzling brightness,

Cloth’d in God’s own righteousness,