Thine is the glory, Risen, conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won!
When darkness covered, Over, all the earth,
All the saints were mourning, the death of their Lord.
Then angels in bright rainment, rolled the stone away,
Lo, Jesus meets thee, Risen from the tomb!
Lovingly He greets thee, scatters fear and gloom;
Let His church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing,
No more we doubt Thee, Glorious Prince of life;
Life is nought without Thee, aid us in our strife;