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