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