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 the folded grave-clothes

   where the body lay.

 

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 naught 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.

 

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

Edmund Budry, 1884