Now let the earth with joy resound, And heaven the chant re-echo round; Nor heaven nor earth too high can raise The great Apostles' glorious praise. O ye who, throned in glory dread, Shall judge the living and the dead, Lights of the world forevermore! To you the suppliant prayer we pour. Ye close the sacred gates on high; At your command apart they fly: Oh! loose for us the guilty chain We strive to break, and strive in vain. Sickness and health your voice obey; At your command they go or stay: From sin's disease our souls restore; In good confirm us more and more. So when the world is at its end, And Christ to judgment shall descend, May we be called those joys to see Prepared from all eternity. Praise to the Father, with the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One; As ever was in ages past, And so shall be while ages last.