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