conqu’ring Son the Thine glory, be risen,

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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;
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hast Son,
  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

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