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