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Ye sons and daughters of the King,
Whom heavenly hosts in glory sing,
Today the grave hath lost its sting:
Alleluia!
On that first morning of the week,
Before the day began to break,
The Marys went their Lord to seek:
Alleluia!
An angel bade their sorrow flee,
For thus he spake unto the three:
Your Lord is gone to Galilee:
Alleluia!
That night the Apostles met in fear,
Amidst them came their Lord most dear
And said: Peace be unto you here:
Alleluia!
When Thomas afterwards had heard
That Jesus had fulfilled His word,
He doubted if it were the Lord:
Alleluia!
Thomas, behold My side, saith He,
My hands, My feet, My body, see;
And doubt not, but believe in Me:
Alleluia!
No longer Thomas then denied;
He saw the feet, the hands, the side;
Thou art my Lord and God, he cried:
Alleluia!
Blessed are they that have not seen
And yet whose faith hath constant been,
In Iife eternal they shall reign:
Alleluia!
On this most holy day of days
To God your hearts and voices raise
In laud and jubilee and praise:
Alleluia!
And we with holy Church unite,
As evermore is just and right,
In glory to the King of light:
Alleluia!
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