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