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