O Sons And Daughters
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
over death today rose triumphing.
Alleluia!
That night the apostles met in fear;
amidst them came their Lord most dear,
and said, "My peace be on all here."
Alleluia!
When Thomas first the tidings heard,
how they had seen the risen Lord,
he doubted the disciples' word.
Alleluia!
"My piercèd side, O Thomas, see;
my hands, my feet, I show to thee;
not faithless but believing be."
Alleluia!
No longer Thomas then denied;
he saw the feet, the hands, the side;
"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried.
Alleluia!
How blest are they who have not seen,
and yet whose faith has constant been;
for they eternal life shall win.
Alleluia!
On this most holy day of days
to God your hearts and voices raise,
in laud and jubilee and praise.
Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
~Words: Attributed to Jean Tisserand; Translated by John M. Neale
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