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