Thine be the glory,
Risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won;
Angels in bright raiment
Rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave-clothes
Where Thy body lay
Thine be the glory,
Risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won.
Lo! Jesus meets us,
Risen from the tomb;
Lovingly He greets us,
Scatters fear and gloom;
Let the Church with gladness
Hymns of triumph sing,
For her Lord now liveth;
Death hath lost its sting.
Thine be the glory,
Risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won.
No more we doubt Thee,
Glorious Prince of life;
Life is nought without Thee:
Aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conquerors,
Through Thy deathless love:
Bring us safe through Jordan
To Thy home above.
Thine be the glory,
Risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won.
