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