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