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