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