Lo! ‘tis the heavenly army,
The Lord of hosts attending;
‘Tis He, the Lamb, the great I am,
With all His saints descending.
To you, ye kings and nations,
Ye foes of Christ, assembling;
The hosts of light, prepared for fight,
Come with the cup of trembling.
Joy to His ancient people!
Your bonds He comes to sever-
And now, ‘tis done! The Lord hath won,
And ye are free forever-
Joy to the ransomed nations!
The foe, the ravening lion,
Is bound in chains while Jesus reigns
King of the earth in Zion.