Thine Is the Glory

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Thine is 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!
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 the Lord now liveth;
death hath lost its sting.
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.

Text Information View on Hymnary

First Line:
Thine is the glory, Risen, conquering Son
Title:
Thine Is the Glory
French Title:
A toi la gloire, O Resuscité
Author:
Edmond Budry (1904)
Translator:
Richard Birch Hoyle
Meter:
5.5.6.5.6.5.6.5
Language:
English
Refrain First Line:
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son
Copyright:
Public Domain
Liturgical Use:
Closing Songs

Tune Information View on Hymnary

Title:
JUDAS MACCABEUS
Composer:
George Frederick Handel (1748)
Meter:
5..5.6.5.6.5.6.5. with refrain
Copyright:
Public Domain