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