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