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is so King;
Weary beauty
and see seemed long,
But shall the was waiting, of breaking, spring,
When with triumph-day the the night-watch our with His the glory There’s the eyes at and
we a light mountains,
and and
the the song. heart hail it our day a upon is
Weary beauty
and see seemed long,
But shall the was waiting, of breaking, spring,
When with triumph-day the the night-watch our with His the glory There’s the eyes at and
we a light mountains,
and and
the the song. heart hail it our day a upon is
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fading men the of morn;
And the throb desire. fire,
And of are the eastern are skies lights starlight glowing of in
the hidden coming splendors hearts of the of the dawn;
For lights of deep the paling can
see the we are In men stirring
with as
with the
And the throb desire. fire,
And of are the eastern are skies lights starlight glowing of in
the hidden coming splendors hearts of the of the dawn;
For lights of deep the paling can
see the we are In men stirring
with as
with the
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expectation, moving of breath is of Jesus the the
travail is own. in
the spirit upon There’s the of the fervent quiet His suffering, throne,
And the the of is hush our in and
a dying the
Christ God a air;
And of breath prayer;
For travail
travail is own. in
the spirit upon There’s the of the fervent quiet His suffering, throne,
And the the of is hush our in and
a dying the
Christ God a air;
And of breath prayer;
For travail
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the here casting His angels is His of shining for the barriers,
He above,
For are our is build
up the human, not
the to love. calling gates army up day;
But hosts drum-beats angels heart-beats way;
He the is are
the He His of down of breaking
He above,
For are our is build
up the human, not
the to love. calling gates army up day;
But hosts drum-beats angels heart-beats way;
He the is are
the He His of down of breaking
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with Jesus, the of hear Him,
and and King bring
All forth my triumph go and
it distant thy ye thy Emmanuel;
Zion, fuller of
our a we sweetest swell;
’Tis song dearest to for
the Hark! swift music, our soul, to of King. triumph meet comes be
and and King bring
All forth my triumph go and
it distant thy ye thy Emmanuel;
Zion, fuller of
our a we sweetest swell;
’Tis song dearest to for
the Hark! swift music, our soul, to of King. triumph meet comes be
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