THINE IS THE GLORY
1. Thine is 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
graveclothes, where Thy body lay.
Refrain
Thine is the glory,
risen, conqu'ring son,
Endless is the
vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won.
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.
3. No more we doubt
Thee, glorious Prince of Life!
Life is nought
without Thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than
conqu'rors, through Thy deathless love;
Bring us safe
through Jordan to Thy home above.
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