Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Young men and maids, rejoice and sing;
The King of Heaven, the glorious King,
This day from heaven rose triumphing.
On Sunday morn, at break of day,
His dear disciples haste away,
Unto the tomb where he lay.
An angel clothed in white they see,
When thither come, and thus spoke he
The Lord is gone to Galilee.
While in a room the apostles were,
In midst of them did Christ appear
And said, Peace be upon all here.
O Thomas, view my side and see,
The wounds in hands
And feet that be;
Renounce your incredulity”.
When Thomas Jesus had surveyed,
And on his wounds his fingers laid,
You are my Lord and God, he said.
On this most solemn feast
Our hearts to God,
in hymns of praise
And let us bless the Lord always.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! Lyrics