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 Thy body lay. 
Thine be the glory …

Lo, Jesus meets us,
risen from the tomb.
Lovingly He greets us,
scatters fear and gloom.
Thine be the glory …

Let His church
with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
for the Lord now liveth;
death hath lost its sting. 
Thine be the glory …

No more we doubt Thee,
glorious Prince of life.
Life is nought without Thee;
aid us in our strife.
Thine be the glory …

Make us more than conquerors,
through Thy deathless love;
bring us safe through Jordan
to Thy home above. 
Thine be the glory …

Thine be the glory,
risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory
Thou o’er death hast won.