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