Hilariter

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