121--Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,

121

	1.	Thine be the glory, risen, conquering 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.