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