the Son glory, be conqu’ring risen, Thine

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

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