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Thine Is the Glory
Thine is 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 Thy body lay.
Lo! Jesus meets us. Risen from the tomb,
Lovingly He greets us, Scatters fear and gloom;
Let His Church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
For her Lord now liveth; Death has lost its sting.
Refrain
Thine is the glory, Risen, conquering Son; Endless is the victory thou o'er death hast won.
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.
Refrain
Thine is the glory, Risen, conquering Son; Endless is the victory thou o'er death hast won.