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