Son Thine be glory, risen, the conqu’ring

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

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