The whole bright world rejoices now,
Hilariter, Hilariter;
The birds do sing on every bough,
Alleluya, Alleluya.
Then shout beneath the racing skies,
Hilariter, Hilariter;
To Him who rose that we might rise,
Alleluya, Alleluya.
And all ye living things make praise,
Hilariter, Hilariter;
He guideth you on all your ways,
Alleluya, Alleluya.
He, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost -
Hilariter, Hilariter;
Our God most high, our joy and boast,
Alleluya, Alleluya!
A German Carol - 1623
Oxford Book of Carols
