for Day coming is the Work,

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