Thine Is the Glory

Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son; [or, Thine be the glory…] 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.

Refrain: Thine is 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. No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life; Life is naught 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.