Thine Be the Glory, Risen, Conquering Son

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering son, Endless is the victory - Thou o’er death has won; Angles 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 has 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.

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