Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son

Thine be 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 the Church with gladness

hymns of triumph sing

For her Lord now liveth

death hath lost its sting.