1 O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heav'n, the glorious King,
o'er death today rose triumphing.
2 That Easter morn at break of day,
the faithful women went their way
to seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
3 An angel clad in white they see,
who sat and spoke unto the three,
"Your Lord has gone to Galilee."
4 That night th'apostles met in fear;
amidst them came their Lord most dear,
and said, "My peace be on all here."
5 When Thomas first the tidings heard,
how they had seen the risen Lord,
he doubted the disciples' word.
6 "My pierced side, O Thomas, see;
my hands, my feet, I show to thee;
not faithless, but believing be."
7 No longer Thomas then denied;
he saw the feet, the hands, the side;
"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried.
8 How blest are they who have not seen
and yet whose faith has constant been;
for they eternal life shall win.
9 On this most holy day of days,
to God your hearts and voices raise
in laud and jubilee and praise.
|First Line:||O sons and daughters, let us sing|
|Title:||O Sons and Daughters, Let Us Sing|
|Translator:||John Mason Neale (1851)|
|Name:||O FILII ET FILIAE|
|Source:||French melody, 17th century|