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