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