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