4 That night the apostles met in fear; Amid them came their Lord most dear, And said, "My peace be on all here." Alleluia ! 5 When Thomas first the tidings heard, Alleluia ! 6" My pierced side, O Thomas, see; My hands, my feet I show to thee; Nor faithless, but believing be." Alleluia ! 7 No longer Thomas then denied ; He saw the feet, the hands, the side; 8 How blest are they who have not seen And yet whose faith has constant been, For they eternal life shall win. Alleluia ! 9 On this most holy day of days, Alleluia! DOXOLOGY. Glory and praises ever be, O Jesus Christ, our Lord, to Thee, Reigning on high eternally. Alleluia ! 534 He hath broken the gates of brass, and cut the bars of iron in sunder. Ps. cvii: 16. I Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die, Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him, He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him, Refrain. Loud lift your voices in triumph on high 2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy; The being He gave us death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow, If tears were our birth-right and death were our end. Refrain. Loud lift, etc. |