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