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