Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.

Young sons and daughters, let us sing!

The King of Heav’n, the glorious King,

O’er death today rose triumphing.Alleluia!

That Easter morn, at break of day,

The faithful women went their way

To seek the tomb where Jesus lay.

An angel clad in white they see,

Who sat, and spoke unto the three,

“Your Lord doth go to Galilee.”

On this most holy day of days,

To God your hearts and voices raise,

In laud and jubilee and praise.

And we with Holy Church unite,

As evermore is just and right,

In glory to the King of light.