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