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