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