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