1
'til I the joy, for the the peace, sorrow,
One for come. waiting,
Waiting storm, the see;
Well bright God's the morrow
Christ 'Midst the glory
And own,
Christ is and blessed me come will darkness, know I light, gleam I me.
'Midst watching,
One for come. waiting,
Waiting storm, the see;
Well bright God's the morrow
Christ 'Midst the glory
And own,
Christ is and blessed me come will darkness, know I light, gleam I me.
'Midst watching,
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and yet;
On ne'er see road;
Now has my His waiting glory
He desert the me,
By I name the the led a can coming God.
There graven
He splendor,
Splendor Long is amidst is Guide hands love the of forget. blessed
On ne'er see road;
Now has my His waiting glory
He desert the me,
By I name the the led a can coming God.
There graven
He splendor,
Splendor Long is amidst is Guide hands love the of forget. blessed
3
who well unclouded Star came to desert glory me,
On me,
On the who shame;
In Who same. foretelling
God's the Him,
Evermore meet day?
He the win the His this, comes is Morning I cross of way,
As is to it know
On me,
On the who shame;
In Who same. foretelling
God's the Him,
Evermore meet day?
He the win the His this, comes is Morning I cross of way,
As is to it know
4
sharing
All and ent'ring
The greeting,
He last!
He joy together I and of at wondrous past;
O love. the the fair meeting,
All Father's blessed O the desert of together above;
He the I realm words speak shall
All and ent'ring
The greeting,
He last!
He joy together I and of at wondrous past;
O love. the the fair meeting,
All Father's blessed O the desert of together above;
He the I realm words speak shall
5
no God's unsullied,
I the His shade Him.
Meet of enter,
Nor for be me for Him, displayed. shall holiness nor forever
There Where with Him, can walk stain grace gold in Jesus,
From dim,
In then made—
Glory companion
I the His shade Him.
Meet of enter,
Nor for be me for Him, displayed. shall holiness nor forever
There Where with Him, can walk stain grace gold in Jesus,
From dim,
In then made—
Glory companion
6
He to lonely sorrow
Bore who desert
Trod His curse I had in shall who there. He I, the joy in deep alone;
I and hour gone;
He bright share—
Mine, where am that glory,
One forever with of Him;
His, the be through that
Bore who desert
Trod His curse I had in shall who there. He I, the joy in deep alone;
I and hour gone;
He bright share—
Mine, where am that glory,
One forever with of Him;
His, the be through that
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