165 O Sons and Daughters of the King

1 O sons and daughters of the King, Whom heav'nly hosts in glory sing, Today the grave has lost its sting! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 2 On that first morning of the week, Before the day began to break, The Marys went their Lord to seek. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 3 An angel bade their sorrow flee, For thus he spoke unto the three: "Your Lord will go to Galilee." Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 4 That night th' apostles met in fear; Among them came their Lord most dear And said, "Peace be unto you here." Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 5 When Thomas afterwards had heard That Jesus had fulfilled his word, He doubted that it was the Lord. Alleluia! 6 "Thomas, behold my side," said he, "My hands, my feet, my body see; And doubt not, but believe in me." Alleluia! 7 No longer Thomas then denied; He saw the feet, the hands, the side; "You are my Lord and God," he cried. Alleluia! 8 Blessed are they that have not seen And yet whose faith has constant been; In life eternal they shall reign. Alleluia! 9 On this most holy day of days To God your hearts and voices raise In laud and jubilee and praise. Alleluia!