Songs

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son

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				10.11.11.11.Ref.

1	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 Thy body lay.

		Thine is the glory, risen conqu’ring Son,
		Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won.

2	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.

3	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.


							E.L. Burdy, Tr. R.B. Hoyle