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