Yours is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;
Death is now defeated, vict’ry has been won!

Angels in bright clothing, rolled the stone away,
Left the folded grave clothes where the body lay.
Yours is the glory, risen conqu'ring Son;
Death is now defeated, vict’ry has been won

See how he meets us, risen from the grave:
Lovingly He greets us, whom He came to save
Let the Church, with gladness, songs of triumph sing
For the Lord is living, death has lost its sting.
Yours is the glory, risen conqu'ring Son;
Death is now defeated, vict’ry has been won

No more we doubt you, glorious Prince of life:
We are lost without you; help us in our strife,
Help us more than conqu'rors, through your endless love:
bring us safe through Jordan to your home above.
Yours is the glory, risen conqu'ring Son;
Death is now defeated, vict’ry has been won