Thine Be The Glory

Thine be the glory,
risen, conquer'ng Son:
Endless is the vict'ry
Thou o'er death hast won;
Angels in bright raiment
rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes
where Thy body lay.

Chorus:
Thine be the glory,
risen, conquer'ng 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.

No more we doubt Thee,
glorious Prince of Life;
Life is naught without Thee:
Aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conquer'rs,
through Thy deathless love:
Bring us safe through Jordan
to Thy home above.