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