Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
O sons and daughters let us sing,
With heavenly hosts to Christ our King,
Today the grave has lost its sting.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
At night the apostles met in fear;
Among them came their Lord most dear
And said, "My peace be with you here."
Alleluia! Alleluia!
When Thomas first the tidings heard
How they had seen the risen Lord,
He doubted the disciples' word.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
My pierced side, O Thomas, see,
And look upon my hands, my feet;
Not faithless but believing be."
Alleluia! Alleluia!
No longer Thomas then denied;
He saw the feet, the hands, the side.
"You are my Lord!" and "God!" he cried.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
How blest are they who have not seen...
And yet whose faith has constant been
For they eternal life shall win
Alleluia! Alleluia!
