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