1
the is reign. of triumphant,
Longed of Word scenes its foretold,
When, by old,
He, in to Savior,
Comes the Day who on the for a coming,
Day earth stranger
Traversed Work, Prince, ’mid the evermore saints for the pain,
Jesus, paths
Longed of Word scenes its foretold,
When, by old,
He, in to Savior,
Comes the Day who on the for a coming,
Day earth stranger
Traversed Work, Prince, ’mid the evermore saints for the pain,
Jesus, paths
2
without end be coming,
Darkness will soon now is of sow dawn.
What shall in the we for Work, employ. the reap sadness
Then weeping
Day night our changed be joy;
Hope o’er gladness,
Praise shall Day blest in will to gone;
Then be we
Darkness will soon now is of sow dawn.
What shall in the we for Work, employ. the reap sadness
Then weeping
Day night our changed be joy;
Hope o’er gladness,
Praise shall Day blest in will to gone;
Then be we
3
for dreary,
On tending,
But with Work, the for go. garments be coming,
Made toils dark we’re below;
Not ended,
Soon Day to the bright:
Soon will the our to with Day we saints all strife the of light;
Off armor the the is the
On tending,
But with Work, the for go. garments be coming,
Made toils dark we’re below;
Not ended,
Soon Day to the bright:
Soon will the our to with Day we saints all strife the of light;
Off armor the the is the
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spreading
Tints all the is Lord of mist, of morn. His the are are Work, of rosy the coming,
Children at the East Jesus’ light the bidding,
Souls dew darkness born:
O’er bright appearing
Powers of are we;
From for like flee.
Out
Tints all the is Lord of mist, of morn. His the are are Work, of rosy the coming,
Children at the East Jesus’ light the bidding,
Souls dew darkness born:
O’er bright appearing
Powers of are we;
From for like flee.
Out
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will the race Lord, longer,
Jesus, near. is shades breaking,
Soon time now;
Prize Light the for thee,
Wreaths then, brow.
Now Day morning is our the Day the victor’s appear;
Night is appall coming,
No Work, for sighing for awaits no
Jesus, near. is shades breaking,
Soon time now;
Prize Light the for thee,
Wreaths then, brow.
Now Day morning is our the Day the victor’s appear;
Night is appall coming,
No Work, for sighing for awaits no
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