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Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,

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.