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