Thine be the glory (Deg være ære)

Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son, Endless is the victry 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 conquering Son, Endless is the victory 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 hath lost its sting. ####Chorus: Thine be the glory, Risen conquering Son, Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won. No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life; Life is nought without Thee: aid us in our strife; Make us more than conquerors, through Thy deathless love; Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above. ####Chorus: Thine be the glory, Risen conquering Son, Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won.

Words: Edmond Budry (1854-1932), 1884; trans. Richard Hoyle (1875-1939), 1923; Music: Maccabeus (adapted from the oratorio by Georg Friedrich Handel, 1685-1759)