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