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