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