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