O Sons and Daughters, Let Us Sing!

lyricist: Jean Tisserand (?–1494)
Composer: French melody

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!

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