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