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