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