
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-cloths
where Thy body lay.
Thine be the glory, risen,
conquering Son,
Endless is the victory,
Thou o'er death hast won.
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 has lost its sting.
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 to Jordan
to Thy home above.
"Thine Be The Glory"
Words: Edmond L Budry, 1884 (French)
Translation: Richard B Hoyle, 1923
Music: George F Handel, 1746 (JUDAS MACCABEUS)