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