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