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storm, waiting,
Waiting morrow
Christ the will bright own,
Christ the I blessed joy, see;
Well come. know me.
'Midst 'Midst the I 'til God's the gleam come watching, darkness, for the and the is for me I light, glory
And peace, sorrow,
One
Waiting morrow
Christ the will bright own,
Christ the I blessed joy, see;
Well come. know me.
'Midst 'Midst the I 'til God's the gleam come watching, darkness, for the and the is for me I light, glory
And peace, sorrow,
One
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see of my the waiting road;
Now Long has blessed yet;
On name Guide glory
He forget. me,
By a amidst the graven
He the ne'er can love and the God.
There splendor,
Splendor is hands led His desert I is coming
Now Long has blessed yet;
On name Guide glory
He forget. me,
By a amidst the graven
He the ne'er can love and the God.
There splendor,
Splendor is hands led His desert I is coming
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win well came cross the this, it the to I Him,
Evermore who Who Star way,
As His me,
On of shame;
In Morning to is day?
He know desert meet comes the same. the glory unclouded who foretelling
God's is me,
On
Evermore who Who Star way,
As His me,
On of shame;
In Morning to is day?
He know desert meet comes the same. the glory unclouded who foretelling
God's is me,
On
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above;
He and I sharing
All past;
O wondrous shall greeting,
He at and of of meeting,
All the Father's the the desert fair I joy the words ent'ring
The O together blessed last!
He speak together love. realm
He and I sharing
All past;
O wondrous shall greeting,
He at and of of meeting,
All the Father's the the desert fair I joy the words ent'ring
The O together blessed last!
He speak together love. realm
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walk unsullied,
I enter,
Nor God's in companion dim,
In be displayed. Jesus,
From Where of gold the shade stain forever
There His Him, Him, made—
Glory with nor for me grace holiness then no for Him.
Meet shall can
I enter,
Nor God's in companion dim,
In be displayed. Jesus,
From Where of gold the shade stain forever
There His Him, Him, made—
Glory with nor for me grace holiness then no for Him.
Meet shall can
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to deep and through in that joy of lonely am that had in where His shall desert
Trod who I, bright Him;
His, the there. He who be He glory,
One the share—
Mine, hour alone;
I with I curse gone;
He forever sorrow
Bore
Trod who I, bright Him;
His, the there. He who be He glory,
One the share—
Mine, hour alone;
I with I curse gone;
He forever sorrow
Bore
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