(Alleluia.)

Sing the Lord a new song; here, where the faithful gather, let his praise be heard.

In him, the maker of Israel, let Israel triumph; for him, the ruler of Sion, let Sion’s children keep holiday;

let there be dancing in honour of his name, music of tambour and of harp, to praise him.

Still the Lord shews favour to his people, still he relieves the oppressed, and grants them victory.

In triumph let thy faithful servants rejoice, rejoice and take their rest.

Ever on their lips they bear the high praise of God, ever in their hands they carry two-edged swords,

ready to take vengeance upon the heathen,

to curb the nations, to chain the kings, and bind princes in fetters of iron.

Long since their doom is written; boast it is of his true servants that doom to execute. Alleluia.