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