Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Young men and maids, rejoice and sing:
The king of heav'n the glorious king
This day from death rose triumph-ing.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

On Sunday morn by break of day,
His dear disciples haste away
Unto the tomb wherein he lay.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

An angel clothed in white they see,
when thither come, and thus spake he,
The Lord is gone to Galilee."
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

The dear beloved apostle John
Much swifter than Saint Peter ran,
And first arrived at the tomb.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

While in the room th'apostles were,
In midst of them did Christ appear,
And said "Peace be upon all here."
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

'O Thomas, View my side and see
The wounds in hands and feet that be;
Renounce thine incredulity.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

When Thomas Jesus had surveyed,
And on his wounds his fingers laid,
"Thou art my Lord and God, he said.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Blessed are they who have not seen,
And yet whose faith entire hath been,
Them endless life from death shall screen.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

On this most solemn feast let's raise
Our heart to God in hymns of praise
And let us bless the Lord always.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!