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