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