George Frideric Handel – Thine Be The Glory (Ukulele)

D                             A7              D      A
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;

D                                  Em    D   Asus A7         D   
Endless is the victory, Thou o’er death     hast won;

                          Bdim7  Bm                     Em        Bm      A    
Angels in bright rai-        ment rolled the stone       a-        way,

Bm                               E7                  F#m    D6      E7    A
Kept the folded            grave clothes where Thy     body lay.

D                             A7            D       A
Thine be the glory, risen conqu’ring Son,

D                                 Em   D     Asus A7        D 
Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death     hast won.

D                             A7              D      A
Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;

D                                  Em       D            A7   D  
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear         and gloom;

                          Bdim7  Bm                     Em        Bm      A    
Let the church with gladness, hymns of  tri-            umph sing;

Bm                               E7                  F#m    D6      E7    A
For her Lord now         liveth, death    hath    lost    its     sting.

D                             A7            D       A
Thine be the glory, risen conqu’ring Son,

D                                 Em   D     Asus A7        D 
Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death     hast won.

D                                     A7          D      A
No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;

D                                  Em    D          A7    D
Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife;

                      Bdim7  Bm                        Em        Bm      A 
Make us more than conqu’rors, through Thy deathless    love:

Bm                               E7                  F#m    D6      E7    A
Bring us safe through Jordan to         Thy      home a-      bove.

D                             A7            D       A
Thine be the glory, risen conqu’ring Son,

D                                 Em   D     Asus A7        D 
Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death     hast won.