Sing alleluia! for the dove awash in flame
of red and purest white has stak'd eternal claim
upon the poor and broken, sick and weak and lame;
Alleluia!
All we who froze in frigid darkness for so long,
for countless, lightless ages winter did prolong,
are thaw'd and warm'd by fire, and to the King belong;
Alleluia!
This dove of cleanest white, with flames for wing and plume;
this fire which burns e'er hotter but doth not consume;
this warmth which helps and keeps us, e'en beyond the tomb;
Alleluia!
Sing alleluia! We have not been left alone
to muddle helpless in the dark and on our own;
beneath these fiery wings we're carried to the throne!
Alleluia!
