Risen conqu'ring 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 be the glory
Risen conqu'ring Son,
Endless is the vict'ry
Thou o'er death hast won.
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 has lost its sting!
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!