^CThine is the glory ^Grisen conquering Son; ^Cendless is the victory ^Dmthou over ^Gdeath hast ^Cwon! Angels in bright rai-^Amment ^Crolled the stone ^Ea-way, kept the folde^D7d grave-clothes^Em where they^D body^G lay

^CThine is the glory, ^Grisen conquering Son; ^Cendless is the victory ^Dmthou over ^Gdeath hast ^Cwon!

^CLo, Jesus meets thee, ^Grisen from the tomb! ^CLovingly he greets thee, ^Dmscatters ^Gfear and ^Cgloom; let his church with glad-^Amness ^Chymns of triumph ^Esing, ^Amfor the Lord now ^D7liveth; ^Emdeath has ^Dlost its ^Gsting.

^CNo more we doubt thee, ^Gglorious Prince of life; ^Clife is naught without thee; ^Dmaid us ^Gin our st^Crife; make us more than con-^Amquerors, ^Cthrough thy ^Amdeathless ^Elove; ^Ambring us safe through ^D7Jordan ^Emto thy ^Dhome ^Gabove.