Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow One bright gleam I see, Well I know the blessed morrow Christ will come for me
Midst the light and peace and glory Of the Fathers home, Christ for me is watching, waiting — Waiting till I come
Long the blessed Guide has led me By the desert road; Now I see the golden towers — City of my God.
There amidst the love and glory, He is waiting yet; On His hands a name is graven, He can ne'er forget.
There amidst the songs of heaven — Sweeter to His ear Is the footfall through the desert, Ever drawing near.
There, made ready are the mansions, Glorious, bright and fair; But the Bride the Father gave Him Still is wanting there.
Who is this who comes to meet me On the desert way, As the Morning Star foretelling God's unclouded day?
He it is who came to win me, On the cross of shame In His glory well I know Him, Evermore the same
Oh! the blessed joy of meeting, All the desert past! Oh! the wondrous words of greeting He shall speak at last!
He and I together entering Those bright courts above, He and I together sharing All the Fathers love.
Where no shade nor stain can enter Nor the gold be dim, In that holiness unsullied I shall walk with Him
Meet companion then for Jesus, From Him, for Him made, Glory of Gods grace for ever There in me displayed
He who in His hour of sorrow Bore the curse alone, I who through the lonely desert Trod where He had gone
He and I in that bright glory One deep joy shall share Mine to be for ever with Him His that I am there
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