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