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