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
