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