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 thy body lay.

Refrain:
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 hath 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 conquerors, through thy deathless love:
bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above. [Refrain]