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