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