1 Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
Endless is the vict'ry you o'er death have won.
Angels in bright garments rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave clothes where your body lay.

Refrain:
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
Endless is the vict'ry you o'er death have won.

2 Lo! Jesus meets you, risen from the tomb;
Lovingly he greets you scatters fear and gloom.
Let the Church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
For our Lord now lives and death has lost its sting. [Refrain]

3 No more we doubt you, glorious Prince of life!
Life is naught without you; aid us in our strife.
Make us more than conqu'rors through your deathless love;
Bring us safe through Jordan to your home above. [Refrain]