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