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