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