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