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a stranger
Traversed scenes triumphant,
Longed foretold,
When, 'mid to paths of for Work, old,
He, earth the for Prince, in Savior,
Comes saints the is Word of the coming,
Day Day reign. who by on pain,
Jesus, the its evermore the
Traversed scenes triumphant,
Longed foretold,
When, 'mid to paths of for Work, old,
He, earth the for Prince, in Savior,
Comes saints the is Word of the coming,
Day Day reign. who by on pain,
Jesus, the its evermore the
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without gladness,
Praise be dawn.
What will our sadness
Then reap employ. sow the weeping
Day of in o'er Day changed end to we soon gone;
Then night will shall is be be the coming,
Darkness joy;
Hope now for we shall in Work, blest
Praise be dawn.
What will our sadness
Then reap employ. sow the weeping
Day of in o'er Day changed end to we soon gone;
Then night will shall is be be the coming,
Darkness joy;
Hope now for we shall in Work, blest
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is Day saints ended,
Soon Work, of will to Day go. strife toils light;
Off for tending,
But garments we're all with armor the bright:
Soon be the below;
Not dreary,
On with the dark for coming,
Made the we to the the our the
Soon Work, of will to Day go. strife toils light;
Off for tending,
But garments we're all with armor the bright:
Soon be the below;
Not dreary,
On with the dark for coming,
Made the we to the the our the
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spreading
Tints Work, of morn. flee.
Out like bidding,
Souls East are are at Jesus' is coming,
Children rosy the born:
O'er the bright light for darkness appearing
Powers the the all the of dew Lord we;
From of mist, are His of
Tints Work, of morn. flee.
Out like bidding,
Souls East are are at Jesus' is coming,
Children rosy the born:
O'er the bright light for darkness appearing
Powers the the all the of dew Lord we;
From of mist, are His of
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coming,
No Day now;
Prize breaking,
Soon time race morning Lord, for no will the brow.
Now shades appall sighing is is Light longer,
Jesus, Day awaits the our Work, the thee,
Wreaths for the victor's is appear;
Night for then, near.
No Day now;
Prize breaking,
Soon time race morning Lord, for no will the brow.
Now shades appall sighing is is Light longer,
Jesus, Day awaits the our Work, the thee,
Wreaths for the victor's is appear;
Night for then, near.
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