Thine be the Glory

Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victry Thou o'er death
hast won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone
Kept the folded grave-clothes, where
Thy body lay.


Thine be the glory,
Rrisen 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
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.