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