O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
Over death and Hell rose triumphing.
That Easter morn, at break of day,
The faithful women went their way
To seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
An angel clad in white they see,
Who sat, and spake unto the three,
“Your Lord doth go to Galilee.”
That night th’apostles met in fear;
Amidst them came their Lord most dear,
And said, “My peace be on all here.”
On this most holy day of days
Our hearts and voices, Lord, we raise
In laud and jubilee and praise.