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