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