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