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