1 Thine is the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
endless is the vict'ry Thou o’er death has won.
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.

Refrain:
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
endless is the vict'ry Thou o’er death has won.

2 Lo! Jesus meets thee, risen from the tomb;
lovingly He greets thee, scatters fear and gloom.
Let the church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
for our Lord now liveth; death has lost its sting. [Refrain]

3 No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life!
Life is nought 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. [Refrain]