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