the Son Thine risen, conqu’ring be glory,

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

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