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