PLAUDITE, COELI!

Of unknown date and authorship. It has not been traced further back than the Hymnodia Sacra, Munster, 1753.

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Alleluia! Alleluia!
The din of battle now is dead,
And glory crowns the Victor's head;
Let mirth abound,
And songs resound--Alleluia!
Alleluia! alleluia!
The bitter pangs of death are past,
And Christ hath vanquished hell at last;
Cheers are ringing,
Psalms are singing--Alleluia!
Alleluia! alleluia!
And when the morn appointed broke,
All decked with beauty Christ awoke;
O shout with glee,
Sing merrily--Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Hell hath He closed with His own hand,
The gates of heaven wide open stand;
Let mirth abound,
And songs resound--Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
'Tis Thy wounds, O Blessed Jesus--
'Tis Thy death from dying frees us,
That living, we
May sing with glee--Alleluia!

A Jesuit hymn, taken by Walraff, in 1806, out of the Psalteriolum Cantiorum Catholicarum a Patribus Societati Jesu.

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Shout praises, ye heavens,
And sigh them, soft air;
From highest to lowest,
Sing, sing everywhere;
For black clouds of tempest
Are banished from sight;
And spring, crowned with glory,
Is pouring her light.
Come forth with the spring-time,
Sweet flow'rets, and spread
Your rich hues around us
Where nature lay dead;
Come, violets modest,
And roses so gay,
With lilies and marigolds,
Spangle the way.
Flow joy song in fulness,
Flow higher and higher;
Pour forth thy sweet measures,
Thou murmuring lyre;
O sing, for He liveth,
As truly He said,
Yea, Jesus hath risen
Unharmed from the dead.
Shout praises, ye mountains,
Vales catch the refrain;
Frisk gaily, ye fountains;
Hills, tell it again--
He liveth, He liveth,
As truly He said;
Yea, Jesus hath risen
Unharmed from the dead.