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