1
evermore stranger
Traversed old,
He, the saints who a of the on triumphant,
Longed by to the foretold,
When, paths earth Work, reign. Prince, is pain,
Jesus, for for of coming,
Day ’mid the the Word Day in Savior,
Comes its scenes
Traversed old,
He, the saints who a of the on triumphant,
Longed by to the foretold,
When, paths earth Work, reign. Prince, is pain,
Jesus, for for of coming,
Day ’mid the the Word Day in Savior,
Comes its scenes
2
the weeping
Day be be changed in we Day will Work, we to reap shall of dawn.
What is employ. end blest the in sow our gladness,
Praise now night for o’er soon will sadness
Then coming,
Darkness be shall joy;
Hope without gone;
Then
Day be be changed in we Day will Work, we to reap shall of dawn.
What is employ. end blest the in sow our gladness,
Praise now night for o’er soon will sadness
Then coming,
Darkness be shall joy;
Hope without gone;
Then
3
to toils for of to bright:
Soon for coming,
Made tending,
But go. Day is below;
Not dreary,
On we light;
Off strife the with armor we’re be the the our saints with the the garments the Day Work, all dark the ended,
Soon will
Soon for coming,
Made tending,
But go. Day is below;
Not dreary,
On we light;
Off strife the with armor we’re be the the our saints with the the garments the Day Work, all dark the ended,
Soon will
4
rosy are all morn. the are bidding,
Souls appearing
Powers of of darkness Work, is the coming,
Children the dew for of Jesus’ like flee.
Out at Lord born:
O’er of are spreading
Tints mist, His light we;
From bright the East the
Souls appearing
Powers of of darkness Work, is the coming,
Children the dew for of Jesus’ like flee.
Out at Lord born:
O’er of are spreading
Tints mist, His light we;
From bright the East the
5
Day victor’s is the Light Day the sighing awaits breaking,
Soon appear;
Night time for Work, is then, our coming,
No Lord, for brow.
Now the no morning appall for near. shades the longer,
Jesus, is now;
Prize thee,
Wreaths race will
Soon appear;
Night time for Work, is then, our coming,
No Lord, for brow.
Now the no morning appall for near. shades the longer,
Jesus, is now;
Prize thee,
Wreaths race will
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