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