Thine Be The Glory, Risen, Conquering Son,
Endless Is The Victory Thou Over Death Hast Won;
Angels In Bright Raiment Rolled The Stone Away,
Kept The Folded Grave-Clothes Where Thy Body Lay.
Endless Is The Victory Thou Over Death Hast Won;
Angels In Bright Raiment Rolled The Stone Away,
Kept The Folded Grave-Clothes Where Thy Body Lay.
Thine Be The Glory, Risen, Conquering Son,
Endless Is The Victory Thou Over 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 Lived; 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 Conquerors Through Thy Deathless Love.
Bring Us Safe Through Jordan To Thy Home Above.