marycatelli (marycatelli) wrote,
marycatelli
marycatelli

O sons and daughters

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
over death today rose triumphing.
Alleluia!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

That Easter morn, at break of day,
the faithful women went their way
to seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
Alleluia!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

An angel clad in white they see,
who sat, and spake unto the three,
"Your Lord doth go to Galilee."
Alleluia!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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