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