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