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