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