Thine is the Glory

Thine is the glory, risen, conquering son.
Endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won!
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded graveclothes where thy body lay.
Thine is the glory, risen, conquering son.
Endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won!

Lo, Jesus meets thee, risen from the tomb!
Lovingly he greets thee, scatters fear and gloom.
Let his Church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
for the Lord now liveth. Death has lost its sting!
Thine is the glory, risen, conquering son.
Endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won!

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.
Thine is the glory, risen, conquering son.
Endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won!

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