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 Father’s home;
Christ for me is watching, waiting, waiting till I come.
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.
He and I together entering those bright courts above;
He and I together sharing all the Father’s 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 God’s grace forever there in me displayed.
He and I in that bright glory one deep joy shall share;
Mine, to be forever with Him; His, that I am there.