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