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