risen, be the Thine conqu’ring glory, Son

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

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