Verse 1
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’r-
ing Son
Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er
death hast won;
Angels in the bright raiment roll’d the [stone away.
Kept the folded grave-clothes where
The body lay.
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son,
Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death
hast won.
Verse 2
Lo! Jesus meet us, risen from the
tomb;
Loving 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.
Verse 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
thro’ Thy deathless love:
Bring us safe thro’ Jordan to
Thy home above.
E. L. Budry.