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