1 O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
o'er death and hell rose triumphing.
2 That night the apostles met in fear;
amidst them came their Lord most dear
and said, "My peace be on all here."
3 When Thomas first the tidings heard,
who they had seen the risen Lord,
he doubted the disciples' word.
4 "My pierc-ed side, O Thomas, see;
my hands, my feet, I show to thee;
not faithless, but believing be."
5 No longer Thomas then denied,
he saw the feet, the hands, the side;
"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried.
6 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!|
|Author (attributed to):||Jean Tisserand, d. 1494|
|Translator:||John M. Neale, 1818-1866|
|Name:||O FILII ET FILIAE|
|Source:||Airs sur les hymnes sacrez, 1623.|