He is risen, indeed!
Thine is 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 graveclothes Where thy body lay
Thine is the glory, Risen conqu'ring Son
Endless is the vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won!
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,
For the Lord now liveth; Death hath lost its sting!
Thine is the glory, Risen conqu'ring Son
Endless is the vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won!
No more we doubt thee, Glorious Prince of life;
Life is nought 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.
Thine is the glory, Risen conqu'ring Son;
Endless is the vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won!
(Lutheran Book of Worship #145, Text by Edmond Budry, translated by Birch Hoyle, Tune by George F. Handel)
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