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