O sons and daughters, let us sing! (Anonymous)

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• (Posted 2022-02-05)  CPDL #67912:       

Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2022-02-05).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 38 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in The Hymnal 1982, melody with words underlaid.

• (Posted 2022-02-05)  CPDL #67911:       

Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2022-02-05).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 148 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in The Hymnal 1982, melody with words.

• (Posted 2021-01-16)  CPDL #62384:       

Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-01-16).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 71 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard.

• (Posted 2021-01-16)  CPDL #62383:       

Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-01-16).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 106 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: O sons and daughters, let us sing!
Composer: Anonymous
Tune: O filii et filiae
Lyricist: Jean Tisserand^{create page}

Translation by John Mason Neale (altered)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn   Meter: 888 with alleluias

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 74
Description: French 17th century melody. A descant to the hymn is available by Geoffrey Shaw.

External websites:

• https://embassysingers.de/scores/hymns.html

Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at O filii et filiae.

English text

O sons and daughters, let us sing!
The King of heaven, the glorious King,
o’er death to-day rose triumphing.
Alleluia.

That Easter morn, at break of day,
the faithful women went their way
to seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
Alleluia.

An angel clad in white they see,
who sat, and spake unto the three,
‘Your Lord doth go to Galilee.’
Alleluia.

That night the apostles met in fear;
amidst them came their Lord most dear,
and said, ‘My peace be on all here.’
Alleluia.

When Thomas first the tidings heard,
how they had seen the risen Lord,
he doubted the disciples’ word.
Alleluia.

‘My piercèd side, O Thomas, see;
my hands, my feet I show to thee;
not faithless, but believing be.’
Alleluia.

No longer Thomas then denied;
he saw the feet, the hands, the side;
‘Thou art my Lord and God,’ he cried.
Alleluia.

How blest are they who have not seen,
and yet whose faith hath constant been,
for they eternal life shall win.
Alleluia.

On this most holy day of days,
to God your hearts and voices raise
in laud and jubilee and praise,
Alleluia.