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Thine Be the Glory

Richard B. Hoyle; Edmond Louis Budry; Georg Friedrich Haendel
Verse 1
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring 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.
Verse 2
Thine be the glory, risen conqu'ring Son, Endless is the vict'ry, Thou o'er death hast won.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life; Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife; Make us more than conqu'rors, through Thy deathless love: Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.

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