O sons and daughters, let us sing |
Jean Tisserand, ~1494, translated by John Mason Neale, 1852
O sons and daughters, let us sing The King of heaven, the glorious King, O'er death to-day rose triumphing. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
2. That Easter morn, at break of day,
3. An angel clad in white they see,
4. That night the apostles met in fear; | 5. When Thomas first the tidings heard, How they had seen the risen Lord, He doubted the disciples' word. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
6. My pierced hands, O Thomas, see;
7. No longer Thomas then denied,
8. How blest are they who have not seen, |
9. On this most holy day of days, To God your hearts and voices raise, In laud, and jubilee, and praise. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! |