Thine be the glory
Thine be the glory:
Click on score for printable version
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 be the glory, risen conquering Son,
endless is the victory, thou o’er death hast won.
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
endless is the victory, thou o’er death hast won.
Lo, Jesus meets, risen from the tomb;
lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom.
Let the church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing,
for her Lord is living, death hath lost its sting.
Thine be 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.
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
endless is the victory, thou o’er death hast won.
Thine be the glory: Budry, Edmund L./Hoyle, Richard Birch