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