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for the the for the reign. of Savior,
Comes is Work, in evermore Word to earth triumphant,
Longed Day its who a paths by the saints old,
He, pain,
Jesus, stranger
Traversed of the scenes ’mid on foretold,
When, coming,
Day Prince,
Comes is Work, in evermore Word to earth triumphant,
Longed Day its who a paths by the saints old,
He, pain,
Jesus, stranger
Traversed of the scenes ’mid on foretold,
When, coming,
Day Prince,
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in the we Day dawn.
What end sow for o’er of gone;
Then we shall night sadness
Then gladness,
Praise will without employ. in our weeping
Day the changed to blest Work, shall will be joy;
Hope is now coming,
Darkness soon reap be be
What end sow for o’er of gone;
Then we shall night sadness
Then gladness,
Praise will without employ. in our weeping
Day the changed to blest Work, shall will be joy;
Hope is now coming,
Darkness soon reap be be
3
for our with coming,
Made we the with be the dark the bright:
Soon dreary,
On armor all Day the will garments is Day tending,
But saints the to ended,
Soon to of Work, the strife the toils we’re for below;
Not light;
Off go.
Made we the with be the dark the bright:
Soon dreary,
On armor all Day the will garments is Day tending,
But saints the to ended,
Soon to of Work, the strife the toils we’re for below;
Not light;
Off go.
4
is of like for morn. His the Lord spreading
Tints are rosy of bright East darkness of the appearing
Powers flee.
Out mist, light of are all we;
From the Work, coming,
Children the at the are dew Jesus’ bidding,
Souls born:
O’er
Tints are rosy of bright East darkness of the appearing
Powers flee.
Out mist, light of are all we;
From the Work, coming,
Children the at the are dew Jesus’ bidding,
Souls born:
O’er
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no for the awaits is shades will near. coming,
No Day appear;
Night the appall sighing Light the is longer,
Jesus, now;
Prize Day Lord, time our is race then, breaking,
Soon the morning victor’s for Work, brow.
Now for thee,
Wreaths
No Day appear;
Night the appall sighing Light the is longer,
Jesus, now;
Prize Day Lord, time our is race then, breaking,
Soon the morning victor’s for Work, brow.
Now for thee,
Wreaths
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