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