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