Verse 1

Thine be 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.

Verse 2

Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb; Lovingly 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 conquerors, through Thy deathless love: Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.

History of Thine Be The Glory Risen Conquering Son