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