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