O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
Over death today 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.”
When the apostles met in fear;
The risen Jesus did appear
And said, “My peace be on all here.”
“My piercèd side, O Thomas, see;
My hands, My feet, I show to thee;
Be not the faithless but believe.”
Blessed are those who do not see,
And yet whose faith is firm in me;
For they shall live eternally.
On this most holy day of days
Our hearts and voices, Lord, we raise
To Thee, in jubilee and praise.