Classic Poem

1. Hail to the joyous day, On which our
2. He o'er the trackless waste Our pious
Lord was born; Lift high the vocal lay,
fathers led; And though in desert placed,
And sing the blissful morn. Your voices raise!
He them with blessings fed. Your voices raise!
To hail the morn On which was born The Lord of grace.
To him who binds The waves and winds, Be endless praise.

3. He crowned fair freedom's cause,
He made our nation great;
The leader of our wars,
He raised to rule our states.
Your voices raise!
To him who brings
To earth proud kings,
Be deathless praise.

4. Here where the savage foes,
Their deathful war-song sung,
Sweet peace her olive shows,
And joy on earth is sung.
Your voices raise!
Let all accord
To praise the Lord,
The Lord of grace.

5. Let solemn organs sound,
And sweetest chords combine.
Swell the full notes around,
With grateful voices join.
Your voices raise!
On every wing,
In transport sing
The Saviour's praise.