Antiphon: Alleluya! Alleluya! Alleluya!

Ye sons and daughters of the King,
Whom heavenly hosts in glory sing,
To-day the grave hath lost its sting.
                                     Alleluya!

On that first morning of the week,
Before the day began to break,
The Marys went their Lord to seek.

An angel bade their sorrow flee,
For thus he spake unto the three:
'Your Lord is gone to Galilee.'

That night the Apostles met in fear,
Amidst them came their Lord most dear,
And said, 'Peace be unto you here!'

When Thomas afterwards had heard
That Jesus had fulfilled his word,
He doubted if it were the Lord.

'Thomas, behold my side,' saith he,
'My hands, my feet, my body see:
'And doubt not, but believe in me.'

No longer Thomas then denied;
He saw the feet, the hands, the side;
'Thou art my Lord and God,' he cried.

Blessed are they that have not seen,
And yet whose faith hath constant been,
In life eternal they shall reign.

On this most holy day of days,
To God your hearts and voices raise
In laud, and jubilee, and praise.

And we with Holy Church unite,
As evermore is just and right,
In glory to the King of Light.