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