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.

Refrain

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.

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