Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.\nYoung men and maids, rejoice and sing;\nThe King of heaven, the glorious King\nThis day from death rose triumphing. Alleluia.\n2. On Sunday morn by break of day,\nHis dear disciples haste away\nUnto the tomb wherein he lay. Alleluia.\n3. Nor Magdalen, nor Salome.\nNo James’ mother now delay\nTo embalm the precious corpse straightway. Alleluia.\n4. An angel clothed in white they see,\nWhen thither come, and thus spake he,\n“The Lord is gone to Galilee.”Alleluia.\n5. The dear beloved apostle John\nMuch swifter than St. Peter run,\nAnd first arrivèd at the tomb. Alleluia.\n6. While in the room the apostles were,\nIn midst of them did Christ appear,\nAnd said,”Peace be upon all here.” Alleluia.\n7. When Didymus had heard it said\nThat Christ was risen from the dead,\nHis feeble faith yet staggerèd. Alleluia.\n71\n8. “O Thomas, view my side and see\nThe wounds in hands and feet that be;\nRenounce thine incredulity. “Alleluia.\n9. When Thomas Jesus had surveyed,\nAnd on his wounds his fingers laid,\n“Thou art my Lord and God,” he said. Alleluia.\n1 0. Blessèd are they who have not seen,\nAnd yet whose faith entire hath been,\nThem endless life from death shall screen. Alleluia.\n1 1 . On this most solemn feast let’s raise\nOur hearts to God in hymns of praise,\nAnd let us bless the Lord always. Alleluia.\n1 2. Our grateful thanks to God let’s give\nIn humble manner, while we live,\nFor all the favours we receive. Alleluia.