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 the body lay.
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory, thou o’er death hast won.
2. Lo Jesus mets us, risen from the tomb;
Liveningly he greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
Let us with all gladness hymns of triumph sing,
For our Lord now liveth,death hath lost its sting:
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory, thou o’er death hast won.