1 O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
o'er death and hell 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 doth go to Galilee."
4 That night the apostles met in fear;
amidst them came their Lord most dear
and said, "My peace be on all here."
5 On this most holy day of days,
our hearts and voices, Lord, we raise
to thee, in jubilee and praise.
6 When Thomas first the tidings heard
who they had seen the risen Lord,
he doubted the disciples' word.
7 "My pierc-ed side, O Thomas, see;
my hands, my feet, I show to thee;
not faithless, but believing be."
8 No longer Thomas then denied;
he saw the feet, the hands, the side;
"Thou art my Lord and God!" he cried.
9 How blest are they who have not seen
and yet whose faith has constant been,
for they eternal life shall win.
|First Line:||O sons and daughters let us sing|
|Title:||O Sons and Daughters, Let Us Sing|
|Attributed to:||Jean Tisserand, 15th C.|
|Translator:||John M. Neale (1851, alt.)|
|Name:||O FILII ET FILIAE|
|Source:||Traditional French melody, 15th C.; Airs sur le hymnes sacrez, 1623|