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