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