Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
o’er death today rose triumphing.
That Easter morn, at break of day,
The faithful women went their way
To seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
An angel clad in white they see,
Who sat, and spake unto the three,
“Your Lord doth go to Galilee.”
That night the apostles met in fear;
amidst them came their Lord most dear,
and said, “My peace be on all here.”
How blest are they who have not seen,
and yet whose faith hath constant been;
for they eternal life shall win.
On this most holy day of days
to God your hearts and voices raise,
in laud and jubilee and praise.
Words: attributed to Jean Tisserand, fifteenth century; trans. John Mason Neale, 1851;
These are part of the verses of Neale’s hymn; for all verses, click here.
Music: O filii et filiae (French tune from fifteenth century)