O Sons and Daughters, Let Us Sing

451 O Sons and Daughters, Let Us Sing

1 O sons and daughters of the King,
   whom heavenly hosts in glory sing,
   today the grave has lost its sting.
   Alleluia! Alleluia!

2 That Easter morn at break of day,
   the faithful women went their way
   to seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
   Alleluia! Alleluia!

3 An angel clad in white they see,
   who sat and spoke unto the three,
   "Your Lord has gone to Galilee."
   Alleluia! Alleluia!

4 How blest are they who have not seen
   and yet whose faith has constant been,
   for they eternal life shall win.
   Alleluia! Alleluia!

5 On this most holy day of days,
   to God your hearts and voices raise
   in laud and jubilee and praise,
   Alleluia! Alleluia!
                         Jean Tisserand
                         Trans. by John M. Neale
                         The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition

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Cyberhymnal inserts the following verses:

4 When Thomas first the tidings heard
   that some had seen the risen Lord,
   he doubted the disciples' word.
   Lord, have mercy!

5 At night the apostles met in fear;
   among them came their Master dear
   and said, "My peace be with you here."
   Alleluia!

6 "My pierced side, O Thomas, see,
   and look upon my hands, my feet;
   not faithless but believing be."
   Alleluia!

7 No longer Thomas then denied;
   he saw the feet, the hands, the side.
   "You are my Lord and God!" he cried.
   Alleluia!

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