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