Thine is the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son
Endless is the vict'ry 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, conqu'ring Son
Endless is the vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won.
Lo, Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb.
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom
Let His church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
For the Lord now liveth death hath lost its sting.
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son
Endless is the vict'ry 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 conqu'rors, through Thy deathless love
Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son
Endless is the vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won