Thine be the Glory
Thine Be the Glory
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 Thy folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.
Thine be the glory, risen, Conquering Son,
Endless is the victory Thou o’er death hast won.
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.
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.
-E. Budry