Hark to loves triumphant shout!

Joy is born from pain,

Joy is sorrow inside out 

Grief remade again 

Broken hearts look up and see

This is loves own victory 

Here marred things are made anew 

Filth is here made clean 

Here are robes not rags for you 

Mirth where tears have been 

Where sins dreadful power was found

Grace doth now much more abound 

Hark! Such songs of jubilation!

Every creature sings 

Great joy of every nation,

Love is King of kings 

See, ye blind ones! Shout ye dumb 

Joy is sorrow overcome