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