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