1 O sons and daughters of the King,
whom heavenly hosts in glory sing,
today the grave has lost its sting.
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
2 That Easter morn at break of day,
the faithful women went their way
to seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
3 An angel clad in white they see,
who sits and speaks unto the three,
"Your Lord has gone to Galilee."
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
4 That night the apostles met in fear;
among them came their Master dear
and said, ""My peace be with you here.""
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
5 When Thomas first the tidings heard
that they had seen the risen Lord,
he doubted the disciples' word.
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
6 ""My pierced side, O Thomas, see,
and look upon my hands, my feet;
not faithless but believing be.""
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
7 No longer Thomas then denied;
he saw the feet, the hands, the side.
""You are my Lord and God!"" he cried.
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
8 How blest are they who have not seen
and yet whose faith has constant been,
for they eternal life shall win.
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
9 On this most holy day of days
Be laud and jubilee and praise:
To God your harts and voices raise.
Alleluia. alleluia, alleluia!
