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