Thine is the glory, Risen, conqu'ring Son;
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hath won.
Angels in bright raiment Rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave-clothes Where Thy body lay.
Thine is the glory, Risen, conqu'ring 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 His 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, Thro' Thy deathless love:
Bring us safe thro' Jordan To Thy home above.