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