239. Midst the Darkness, Storm and Sorrow

8.5.8.5.D.
1
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.
2
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.
3
He and I together entering
 
Those bright courts above;
 
He and I together sharing
 
All the Father’s love.
 
Where no shade or stain can enter,
 
Or the gold be dim;
 
In that holiness unsullied,
 
I shall walk with Him.
4
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.
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