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