O Sons and Daughters

Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia!
 0 sons and daugh-ters, let us sing!
 The King of heav'n, the glo-rious King,
 o'er death to-day rose triumph-ing.
 Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia!
 That Eas-ter morn at break of day, the faith-ful wom-en went their way
 to seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
 Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia!
 An an-gel clad in white they see, who sat and spake un-to the three
 "Your Lord doth go to Gali-lee."
 Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia!
 That night th'a-pos-tles met in fear;
 a-midst them came their lord most
 dear, and said, "My peace be on all here."
 Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia!
 On this most holy day of days,
 to God your hearts and voices raise
 in laud and jubilee and praise.
 Alleluia! Alleluia!
 Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia!