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