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Chorus Come, share our Easter joy that death Thine be the glory, risen, conquering son,
could not imprison, Nor any power destroy our Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won.
Christ, who is arisen! 2/3
Verse 2 Verse 3
No work for him is vain, No more we doubt Thee glorious Prince of Life
No faith in him mistaken, Life is nought without Thee: aid us in our strife
For Easter makes it plain Make us more than conquerors, through Thy
His Kingdom is not Shaken: deathless love:
Chorus Come, share our Easter joy that death Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home
could not imprison, Nor any power destroy above.
our Christ, who is arisen! Thine be the glory, risen, conquering son,
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won.
Verse 3 3/3
Then put your trust in Christ, HOME
In waking and in sleeping, His grace on earth 130 The head that once was
sufficed; crowned
He'll never quit his keeping:
Verse 1
Chorus The head that once was crowned with thorns
Come, share our Easter joy that death could not Is crowned with glory now;
imprison, Nor any power destroy our Christ, who A royal diadem adorns
is arisen! The mighty Victor's brow. 1/6
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129 Thine be the glory, risen, Verse 2
The highest place that heaven affords
conquering Son Is His, is His by right,
Verse 1 The king of kings and Lord of Lords,
Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son, And Heaven's eternal light. 2/6
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away, Verse 3
The joy of all who dwell above,
Kept the folded grave-clothes, where Thy body The joy of all below
lay. To whom He manifests His love,
Thine be the glory, risen, conquering son, And grants His name to know. 3/6
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won.
1/3 Verse 4
To them the cross, with all its shame,
Verse 2 With all its grace, is given,
Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb; Their name an everlasting name,
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom; Their joy the joy of Heaven. 4/6
Let the Church with gladness, hymns of triumph
sing, Verse 5
They suffer with their Lord below. They reign
For Her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its with Him above,
sting. Their profit and their joy to know
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