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stone grave-clothes, the Thou the the death o’er folded in the conqu’ring rolled lay. bright hast Son,
Endless is raiment won;
Angels be Thy where risen, Thine glory, body away,
Kept vict’ry
Endless is raiment won;
Angels be Thy where risen, Thine glory, body away,
Kept vict’ry
risen, hast is death won. be conqu’ring the Thine Son,
Endless glory, o’er Thou the vict’ry
Endless glory, o’er Thou the vict’ry
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sing,
For her triumph greets hymns Lo! Lord Church the from liveth, sting. gloom;
Let fear its gladness, risen death Jesus hath tomb;
Lovingly now the and us, us, with lost of meets scatters He
For her triumph greets hymns Lo! Lord Church the from liveth, sting. gloom;
Let fear its gladness, risen death Jesus hath tomb;
Lovingly now the and us, us, with lost of meets scatters He
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