Chrous

Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son; endless is the vict'ry thou o'er death hast won.

Verse 1

Thine be 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.

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 naught 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.