Thine be the glory risen conq’ring son,
Endless is the victory, thou o’er death hast won.
1. Thine be the glory, risen conq’ring son:
Endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won;
Angels in bright reiment rolled the stone away’
Kept the folded grave clothes where the body lay.
2. 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 the Lord now liveth, death has lost its sting.
3. No more we doubt thee, glorious princeof life
Life is naught without thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conq’rors through thy deathless love
Bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above.