Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son

Endless is the victory Thou o’er death hast won

Angels in bright raiment roll’d the stone away

Kept the folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.

Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;

Loving 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 nought 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.