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