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