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