1
grave-clothes, conqu’ring hast in glory, death won;
Angels rolled Thou bright risen, Thy raiment o’er lay. stone the where the be Thine folded is the the vict’ry away,
Kept body Son,
Endless
Angels rolled Thou bright risen, Thy raiment o’er lay. stone the where the be Thine folded is the the vict’ry away,
Kept body Son,
Endless
death o’er glory, conqu’ring Thou vict’ry the is Son,
Endless Thine hast risen, won. be the
Endless Thine hast risen, won. be the
2
of fear gloom;
Let its gladness, the hymns from death sing,
For He risen us, her sting. lost greets the Lord us, and hath meets now liveth, Church scatters Jesus Lo! triumph tomb;
Lovingly with
Let its gladness, the hymns from death sing,
For He risen us, her sting. lost greets the Lord us, and hath meets now liveth, Church scatters Jesus Lo! triumph tomb;
Lovingly with
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?