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