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