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