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