glory, Son Thine the conqu’ring be risen,

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

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