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