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