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