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