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This is the day of toil
Beneath earth’s sultry noon;
This is the day of service true,
But resting cometh soon.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
Spend and be spent would we,
While lasteth time’s brief day;
No turning back in coward fear,
No lingering by the way.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
Onward we press in haste,
Upward our journey still
Ours is the path the Master trod
Thro’ good report and ill.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
The way may rougher grow,
The weariness increase;
We gird our loins and hasten on,
The end, the end is peace.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There remains a rest for us.
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6 6 8 6 r 8 7 8 7
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THIS IS THE DAY OF TOIL
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6 6 8 6 r 8 7 8 7
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