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