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Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,

Edmond Louis Budry (1854-1932)
Verse 1
Thine be 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 grave-clothes, where Thy body lay.
Chorus
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son, Endless is the vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won.
Verse 2
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.

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