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 grave clothes where Thy body lay.
Lo! Jesus meets thee, risen from the tomb;
Lovingly He greets thee, scatters fear and gloom;
Let His 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 conqu’rors through Thy deathless love:
Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.
Thine is the glory, risen conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won.
10.11.11.11 – Edmond L. Budry, 1884
trans. Richard B. Hoyle, 1923
Tune: MACCABEUS – George F. Handel, 1746
arr. Butt’s Harmonia Sacra, 1760
#255 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012