Music Monday Ye choirs of new Jerusalem, Your sweetest notes employ, The paschal victory to hymn In strains of holy joy. For Judah’s lion bursts his chains, Crushing the serpent’s head; And cries aloud through death’s domains To wake the imprisoned dead. Devouring depths of hell their prey At his command restore; His ransomed hosts pursue their way Where Jesus goes before. Triumphant in his glory now To him all power is given; To him in one communion bow All saints in earth and heaven. All glory