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