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