Thine be the Glory

Thine be 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 grave-clothes

Where Thy body lay.

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.

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;

Lead us in Thy triumph

To Thy home above.