Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! 0 Sons and daugh-ters, let us sing! The King of heav'n, the glo-rious King, O'er death to-day rose triumph-ing. Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! That Eas-ter morn at break of day, the faith-ful wom-en went their way To seek the tomb where Jesus lay. Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! An an-gel clad in white they see, who sat and spake un-to the three "Your Lord doth go to Gali-lee." Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! That night th'a-pos-tles met in fear; A-midst them came their lord most Dear, and said, "My peace be on all here." Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! On this most holy day of days, To God your hearts and voices raise In laud and jubilee and praise. Alleluia! Alleluia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia! Ale-luia!