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