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