Thine Be the Glory - Traditional

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-clothes 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 hath lost its sting.
Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won.

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.
Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won.

Thine Be the Glory lyrics (� toi la gloire) were written by Edmond Budry and translated into English by Richard Hoyle. The song describes the angel rolling away the stone and the appearance of the risen Christ to His followers. It is known for its grand and operatic melody from Handel's Judas Maccabaeus. By singing these lyrics the faithful celebrate the definitive victory of life over death finding in the Resurrection the source of an unshakeable hope and an eternal peace.