risen, glory, be conqu’ring Thine the Son

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

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