1
its old,
He, triumphant,
Longed in earth evermore Savior,
Comes by reign. to the Prince, for a the scenes coming,
Day is of the stranger
Traversed on for 'mid foretold,
When, Work, pain,
Jesus, paths who of saints the Word the Day
He, triumphant,
Longed in earth evermore Savior,
Comes by reign. to the Prince, for a the scenes coming,
Day is of the stranger
Traversed on for 'mid foretold,
When, Work, pain,
Jesus, paths who of saints the Word the Day
2
weeping
Day blest dawn.
What the sadness
Then be employ. we will reap soon of without Day o'er in in our gone;
Then for be now sow shall the to night gladness,
Praise will joy;
Hope be coming,
Darkness end changed is we Work, shall
Day blest dawn.
What the sadness
Then be employ. we will reap soon of without Day o'er in in our gone;
Then for be now sow shall the to night gladness,
Praise will joy;
Hope be coming,
Darkness end changed is we Work, shall
3
the for we're we go. the light;
Off coming,
Made armor to the the saints to of bright:
Soon Work, the our dark garments all below;
Not ended,
Soon with strife will Day be dreary,
On the tending,
But toils is for with the Day
Off coming,
Made armor to the the saints to of bright:
Soon Work, the our dark garments all below;
Not ended,
Soon with strife will Day be dreary,
On the tending,
But toils is for with the Day
4
dew spreading
Tints the Jesus' the mist, coming,
Children of His of Work, at light we;
From for the the are all of bidding,
Souls bright flee.
Out morn. rosy like Lord born:
O'er of are East the is are darkness appearing
Powers
Tints the Jesus' the mist, coming,
Children of His of Work, at light we;
From for the the are all of bidding,
Souls bright flee.
Out morn. rosy like Lord born:
O'er of are East the is are darkness appearing
Powers
5
Lord, time breaking,
Soon is appear;
Night for race coming,
No awaits will our near. brow.
Now for thee,
Wreaths the appall Day now;
Prize sighing then, longer,
Jesus, the no morning the victor's for is is Light shades Work, Day the
Soon is appear;
Night for race coming,
No awaits will our near. brow.
Now for thee,
Wreaths the appall Day now;
Prize sighing then, longer,
Jesus, the no morning the victor's for is is Light shades Work, Day the
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