1 Thine is the glory,
risen, conquering Son;
Endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won.
Angels in bright raiment
rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave clothes
where the body lay.
Thine is the glory,
risen, conquering Son;
Endless is the victory
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 her Lord now liveth:
death has lost its sting.
Thine is the glory,
risen, conquering Son;
Endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won.

3 No more we doubt Thee,
glorious Prince of life;
Life is naught without Thee:
aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conquerors,
through Thy deathless love;
Bring us safe through Jordan
to Thy home above.
Thine is the glory,
risen, conquering Son;
Endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won.