sing,

To-day the grave hath lost its

sting.

Alleluia!

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

Both Mary, as it came to pass,
And Mary Magdalene it was,
And Mary, wife of Cleophas.
An angel clad in white was he
That sate and spake unto the
three,

"Your Lord is gone to Galilee.'

When John the apostle heard the

fame,

He to the tomb with Peter came: But in the way outran the same.

That night the apostles met in fear:

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 hands, the fect, 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, Be laud and jubilee and praise: To God both hearts and voices raise.

most dear,

here.'

Alleluia!

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

Both Mary, as it came to pass,
And Mary Magdalene it was,
And Mary, wife of Cleophas.
An angel clad in white was he
That sate and spake unto the
three,

'Your Lord is gone to Galilee.'

When John the apostle heard the

fame,

He to the tomb with Peter came: But in the way outran the same.

That night the apostles met in

fear:

When Thomas afterward 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 hands, the feet, 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, Be laud and jubilee and praise: To God both hearts and voices raise.

most dear,

here.'

Alleluia!