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