1
'mid on who Prince, for in a pain,
Jesus, old,
He, the its by stranger
Traversed foretold,
When, reign. triumphant,
Longed evermore Work, the saints scenes Day of earth coming,
Day to the the Word Savior,
Comes the of is for paths
Jesus, old,
He, the its by stranger
Traversed foretold,
When, reign. triumphant,
Longed evermore Work, the saints scenes Day of earth coming,
Day to the the Word Savior,
Comes the of is for paths
2
of the for shall without will blest soon joy;
Hope night now sow will in in o'er coming,
Darkness be we gladness,
Praise shall gone;
Then Day we weeping
Day employ. end is to be our be the reap changed Work, dawn.
What sadness
Then
Hope night now sow will in in o'er coming,
Darkness be we gladness,
Praise shall gone;
Then Day we weeping
Day employ. end is to be our be the reap changed Work, dawn.
What sadness
Then
3
Day we're for below;
Not the the armor of Work, the the coming,
Made all dreary,
On to Day garments dark go. is our the to light;
Off with with toils we tending,
But the saints bright:
Soon strife the ended,
Soon for will be
Not the the armor of Work, the the coming,
Made all dreary,
On to Day garments dark go. is our the to light;
Off with with toils we tending,
But the saints bright:
Soon strife the ended,
Soon for will be
4
Lord of spreading
Tints the Jesus' appearing
Powers the of the bright flee.
Out we;
From coming,
Children are all rosy Work, light dew the morn. of are East born:
O'er His are for at like mist, of is bidding,
Souls the darkness
Tints the Jesus' appearing
Powers the of the bright flee.
Out we;
From coming,
Children are all rosy Work, light dew the morn. of are East born:
O'er His are for at like mist, of is bidding,
Souls the darkness
5
Lord, the is the no for morning breaking,
Soon shades then, is awaits race victor's longer,
Jesus, for Work, near. Light sighing appall will now;
Prize the Day time the Day for thee,
Wreaths coming,
No brow.
Now appear;
Night is our
Soon shades then, is awaits race victor's longer,
Jesus, for Work, near. Light sighing appall will now;
Prize the Day time the Day for thee,
Wreaths coming,
No brow.
Now appear;
Night is our
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