O sing my soul the ancient song and lend Your highest praise To Him who is the King of old and dwells in endless days How resplendent His glory, How majestic His name Now to the Uncreated One, O Let the anthem raise O worship Him our Father God, The Spirit and The Word Who fashioned all things from His joy, and saw that it was good What perfection of friendship, what communion we shared But choosing death we fell from life, aside the guilty pair Now hear my soul the gospel song, attend the joyful news For Christ has come the perfect Son, His Father's will to choose In our place He did suffer, In our place became sin The death of death, the death of Christ who stands alive again Now people of the risen Lord, o hear the call to go Into the world we have been sent as messengers of hope Christ alone be our treasure, Christ alone our reward Come bid the nations sing, sing with us, the praises of the Lord