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