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