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 graveclothes Where Thy body lay.
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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.
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 With Thy power and love
