The translation was made by English Anglican priest, scholar and hymnwriter, and later Roman Catholic convert-priest Edward Caswall (1814-1878), and first published in his Lyra Catholica, 1849.
The text is significantly different to Ye Sons and Daughters Let us Sing, which is a translation made by English Anglican priest, scholar and hymnwriter John Mason Neale (1818–1866) - although of course both works tell the same underlying story.
The text is significantly different to Ye Sons and Daughters Let us Sing, which is a translation made by English Anglican priest, scholar and hymnwriter John Mason Neale (1818–1866) - although of course both works tell the same underlying story.
Like the Neale translation, it has meter 8.8.8 with alleluias, and the tunes it has been set to include:
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King ador'd,
This day himself from death restored.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay.
Of spices pure a precious store
In their pure hands those women bore,
To anoint the sacred Body o'er.
Then straightway one in white they see,
Who saith, "The Lord is ris'n, and he
Precedes you into Galilee."
This told they Peter, told they John,
Who forthwith to the tomb are gone,
But Peter is by John outrun.
That selfsame night, while out of fear
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear
To his Apostles did appear.
But Thomas, when of this he heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
Wherefore again there comes the Lord.
"Thomas, behold my side," saith he;
"My hands, my feet, my body see,
And doubt not, but believe in me."
When Thomas saw that wounded side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"Thou art my Lord and God!" he cried.
Oh blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in him!
Eternal life awaiteth them.
Now let us praise the Lord most high,
And strive his name to magnify
On this great day through earth and sky,
Whose mercy ever runneth o'er;
Whom men and angel hosts adore;
To him be glory evermore.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
O sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King ador'd,
This day himself from death restored.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women, on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay.
Of spices pure, a precious store
In their pure hands, those women bore,
To anoint the sacred Body o'er.
Then straightway one in white they see,
Who says, "The Lord is ris'n, and he
Precedes you into Galilee."
This told they Peter, told they John,
Who straight away to the tomb are gone,
But Peter is by John outrun.
That very night, while out of fear
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear
To his Apostles did appear.
But Thomas, when of this he heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
And so again there comes the Lord.
"Thomas, behold my side," saith he;
"My hands, my feet, my body see,
And doubt not, but believe in me."
When Thomas saw that wounded side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"You are my Lord and God!" he cried.
Oh blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in him!
Eternal life waits for them.
Now let us praise the Lord most high,
And strive his name, to magnify
On this great day through earth and sky,
Whose mercy does ever run o'er;
Whom men and angel hosts adore;
To him be glory evermore.
- O FILII ET FILIAE, a French tune from the 15th cent; Solesmes Version, Mode II
- GELOBT SEI GOTT (Vulpius) by Melchior Vulpius (1609)
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Lyrics
Chorus:Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King ador'd,
This day himself from death restored.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay.
Of spices pure a precious store
In their pure hands those women bore,
To anoint the sacred Body o'er.
Then straightway one in white they see,
Who saith, "The Lord is ris'n, and he
Precedes you into Galilee."
This told they Peter, told they John,
Who forthwith to the tomb are gone,
But Peter is by John outrun.
That selfsame night, while out of fear
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear
To his Apostles did appear.
But Thomas, when of this he heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
Wherefore again there comes the Lord.
"Thomas, behold my side," saith he;
"My hands, my feet, my body see,
And doubt not, but believe in me."
When Thomas saw that wounded side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"Thou art my Lord and God!" he cried.
Oh blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in him!
Eternal life awaiteth them.
Now let us praise the Lord most high,
And strive his name to magnify
On this great day through earth and sky,
Whose mercy ever runneth o'er;
Whom men and angel hosts adore;
To him be glory evermore.
Modern English SLIDES FROM THIS
Chorus:Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
O sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King ador'd,
This day himself from death restored.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women, on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay.
Of spices pure, a precious store
In their pure hands, those women bore,
To anoint the sacred Body o'er.
Then straightway one in white they see,
Who says, "The Lord is ris'n, and he
Precedes you into Galilee."
This told they Peter, told they John,
Who straight away to the tomb are gone,
But Peter is by John outrun.
That very night, while out of fear
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear
To his Apostles did appear.
But Thomas, when of this he heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
And so again there comes the Lord.
"Thomas, behold my side," saith he;
"My hands, my feet, my body see,
And doubt not, but believe in me."
When Thomas saw that wounded side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"You are my Lord and God!" he cried.
Oh blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in him!
Eternal life waits for them.
Now let us praise the Lord most high,
And strive his name, to magnify
On this great day through earth and sky,
Whose mercy does ever run o'er;
Whom men and angel hosts adore;
To him be glory evermore.
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