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