1 Ye people of the Living God,
Lift up your heads and sing;
To magnify his holy name
Let every glad harp ring.

Refrain:
O let no harp be silent now,
Sing songs of jubilee;
The captor’s pow’r is overcome,
Praise God, praise God, we’re free!

2 Why should his people mournful be?
Why should their songs be stilled?
We’re free! We’re free! O sing it o’er
Till every heart is thrilled! [Refrain]

3 Once sold for naught to serve as slaves,
Our precious birthright lost;
Our blest Redeemer ransomed us
At great and fearful cost. [Refrain]

4 Tho’ in the land of strangers now,
Surrounded by the foe,
Ere long with songs and shouts of joy
To Zion fair we’ll go. [Refrain]