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