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