Yours is the glory

Yours is the glory, risen, conqu'ring One;
Endless is the victory, you o'er death have won;
Angels in bright rainment rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave clothes where Thy body lay.

Yours is the glory, risen, conqu'ring One;
Endless is the victory, you o'er death have won.

Look! 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 the Christ is living, death has lost its sting.

Yours is the glory, risen, conqu'ring One;
Endless is the victory, you o'er death have won.

No more we doubt you, glorious Light of life;
Life is naught without you; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conqu'rors, through your deathless love:
Bring us safe through Jordan to your home above.

Yours is the glory, risen, conqu'ring One;
Endless is the victory, you o'er death have won.

Words: Edmond Louis Budry (19C)
Music: Judas Maccabaeus, Handel