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