O sons and daughters of the King,Whom heavenly hosts in glory sing,Today the grave has lost its sting!
That Easter morn, at break of day,The faithful women went their wayTo seek the tomb where Jesus lay.
An angel clad in white they see,Who sit and speaks unto the three,"Your Lord will go to...
Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.
All the world is God’s own field, fruit unto...
