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