Thine Is the Glory

Thine is the glo­ry

Risen

con­qu’ring 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 is 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.

No more we doubt Thee

Glorious Prince of life;

Life is naught 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.