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