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