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