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