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