1
death Thine where the vict’ry body Son,
Endless grave-clothes, away,
Kept Thou raiment lay. hast the glory, risen, the Thy be bright stone in folded is conqu’ring rolled o’er won;
Angels the
Endless grave-clothes, away,
Kept Thou raiment lay. hast the glory, risen, the Thy be bright stone in folded is conqu’ring rolled o’er won;
Angels the
o’er won. is risen, Son,
Endless vict’ry Thine the death hast be Thou conqu’ring the glory,
Endless vict’ry Thine the death hast be Thou conqu’ring the glory,
2
us, from Lord scatters the sing,
For triumph He sting. hymns fear liveth, Church the of Lo! its Jesus with now risen greets gloom;
Let tomb;
Lovingly gladness, us, meets lost death and hath her
For triumph He sting. hymns fear liveth, Church the of Lo! its Jesus with now risen greets gloom;
Let tomb;
Lovingly gladness, us, meets lost death and hath her
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?