paroles de chanson Thine Be the Glory (Maccabaeus) - George Frideric Handel , Sir Stephen Cleobury , Choir of King's College, Cambridge

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son
Endless is the victory Thou o′er death has won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave clothes where Thy body lay.

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death has 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.

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory Thou o′er death has won.

No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;
Life is naught 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.

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death has won.