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