1
triumphant,
Longed saints its old,
He, Work, is Day on pain,
Jesus, stranger
Traversed earth the of evermore a ’mid Word for the who Prince, of coming,
Day to the in Savior,
Comes for by scenes the paths the foretold,
When, reign.
Longed saints its old,
He, Work, is Day on pain,
Jesus, stranger
Traversed earth the of evermore a ’mid Word for the who Prince, of coming,
Day to the in Savior,
Comes for by scenes the paths the foretold,
When, reign.
2
we be weeping
Day employ. sow end without shall for Day joy;
Hope in of now shall is sadness
Then we reap the to in blest gladness,
Praise coming,
Darkness soon will changed gone;
Then dawn.
What our the be Work, will o’er be night
Day employ. sow end without shall for Day joy;
Hope in of now shall is sadness
Then we reap the to in blest gladness,
Praise coming,
Darkness soon will changed gone;
Then dawn.
What our the be Work, will o’er be night
3
tending,
But the strife for toils be with the Day with garments our to Work, will go. for of to light;
Off the coming,
Made we the dark below;
Not dreary,
On armor the is ended,
Soon saints Day bright:
Soon the we’re the all
But the strife for toils be with the Day with garments our to Work, will go. for of to light;
Off the coming,
Made we the dark below;
Not dreary,
On armor the is ended,
Soon saints Day bright:
Soon the we’re the all
4
spreading
Tints morn. appearing
Powers of the are all mist, Jesus’ born:
O’er bright of His Work, flee.
Out rosy coming,
Children at of the for like darkness the Lord are is bidding,
Souls light the East we;
From are of the dew
Tints morn. appearing
Powers of the are all mist, Jesus’ born:
O’er bright of His Work, flee.
Out rosy coming,
Children at of the for like darkness the Lord are is bidding,
Souls light the East we;
From are of the dew
5
Lord, for the for breaking,
Soon awaits thee,
Wreaths Light appall race no morning near. is sighing for Day Work, time longer,
Jesus, will is brow.
Now Day is appear;
Night our coming,
No then, shades the victor’s the now;
Prize the
Soon awaits thee,
Wreaths Light appall race no morning near. is sighing for Day Work, time longer,
Jesus, will is brow.
Now Day is appear;
Night our coming,
No then, shades the victor’s the now;
Prize the
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