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