| Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring 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. Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son; endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won. |
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. Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son; endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won. |
| 2. Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb. Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom; let His church with gladness hymns of triumph sing, for the Lord now liveth; death hath lost its sting. Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son; endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won. |
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