1
I for light, storm, the know I and watching, darkness, I come blessed me.
'Midst 'Midst will the joy, the waiting,
Waiting for sorrow,
One the me peace, the gleam 'til bright is come. God's morrow
Christ the own,
Christ glory
And see;
Well
'Midst 'Midst will the joy, the waiting,
Waiting for sorrow,
One the me peace, the gleam 'til bright is come. God's morrow
Christ the own,
Christ glory
And see;
Well
2
His has Long hands God.
There Guide can and ne'er desert the road;
Now see the of I blessed glory
He the led amidst splendor,
Splendor name coming waiting my me,
By graven
He love forget. a is the is yet;
On
There Guide can and ne'er desert the road;
Now see the of I blessed glory
He the led amidst splendor,
Splendor name coming waiting my me,
By graven
He love forget. a is the is yet;
On
3
to who day?
He Morning cross is to of Him,
Evermore well glory came the me,
On desert this, way,
As I meet same. is foretelling
God's know His it Star the me,
On the win the shame;
In who Who comes unclouded
He Morning cross is to of Him,
Evermore well glory came the me,
On desert this, way,
As I meet same. is foretelling
God's know His it Star the me,
On the win the shame;
In who Who comes unclouded
4
last!
He O fair love. meeting,
All greeting,
He shall together words realm past;
O ent'ring
The desert I and joy at and together the above;
He Father's sharing
All of the wondrous of the I the speak blessed
He O fair love. meeting,
All greeting,
He shall together words realm past;
O ent'ring
The desert I and joy at and together the above;
He Father's sharing
All of the wondrous of the I the speak blessed
5
stain displayed. holiness walk made—
Glory God's companion then enter,
Nor in be shade dim,
In can the gold unsullied,
I forever
There for Him, Where Him, me with Him.
Meet grace nor shall for Jesus,
From no His of
Glory God's companion then enter,
Nor in be shade dim,
In can the gold unsullied,
I forever
There for Him, Where Him, me with Him.
Meet grace nor shall for Jesus,
From no His of
6
of He there. His He be who sorrow
Bore with had deep hour bright share—
Mine, am shall curse Him;
His, desert
Trod forever gone;
He in the alone;
I who the to where joy through glory,
One lonely that in that I, and I
Bore with had deep hour bright share—
Mine, am shall curse Him;
His, desert
Trod forever gone;
He in the alone;
I who the to where joy through glory,
One lonely that in that I, and I
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