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