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