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