O sons and
daughters,
let us
sing!
The King of
heaven, the
glorious
King,
Over death
today rose
triumphing.
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
That Easter
morn, at
break of
day,
The
faithful
women went
their way
To seek the
tomb where
Jesus lay.
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
An angel
clad in
white they
see,
Who sat,
and spake
unto the
three,
“Your Lord
doth go to
Galilee.”
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
That
night
th’apostles
met in
fear;
Amidst them
came their
Lord most
dear,
And said,
“My peace
be on all
here.”
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
When
Thomas
first the
tidings
heard,
How they
had seen
the risen
Lord,
He doubted
the
disciples’
word.
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
“My
piercèd
side, O
Thomas,
see;
My hands,
My feet, I
show to
thee;
Not
faithless
but
believing
be.”
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
No
longer
Thomas then
denied;
He saw the
feet, the
hands, the
side;
“Thou art
my Lord and
God,” he
cried.
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
How
blessed are
they who
have not
seen,
And yet
whose faith
has
constant
been;
For they
eternal
life shall
win.
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
On this
most holy
day of days
Our hearts
and voices,
Lord, we
raise
To Thee, in
jubilee and
praise.
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
