Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victry Thou o'er death
Hast won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone
Away,
Kept the folded grave-clothes, where
Thy body lay.
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Thine be the glory,
Rrisen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory
Thou o'er death hast won.
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.
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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.
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