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