Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
endless is the victory Thou o er death has won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled away 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 has won.
Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
lovingly He greets s, scatters fear and gloom;
let the Church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
for her Lord ow liveth; death hath lost its sting.
Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
endless is the victory Thou o'er death has 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 has won.