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