Thine Is the Glory JUDAS MACCABEUS—George Frederick Handel Thine Is the Glory 1 Thine is the glory, Risen, conq’ring Son; Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hath won. Angels in bright raiment Rolled the stone away, Kept the folded graveclothes Where Thy body lay. 2 Lo! Jesus meets us, Risen from the tomb; Lovingly He greets us, Scatters fear and gloom, Let His church with gladness Hymns of triumph sing, For her Lord now liveth; Death has lost its sting. 3 No more we doubt Thee, Glorious