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