239. Midst the Darkness, Storm and Sorrow
8.5.8.5.D.
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Midst the darkness, storm and sorrow
Well I know, the blessed morrow,
Midst the light, and peace, and glory
Christ for me is watching, waiting —
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There, amidst the songs of heaven,
Is the footfall through the desert,
There made ready are the mansions,
Glorious, bright and fair;
But the bride the Father gave Him
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He and I together entering
Those bright courts above;
He and I together sharing
Where no shade or stain can enter,
In that holiness unsullied,
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Meet companion then for Jesus,
Glory of God’s grace forever
He and I in that bright glory
One deep joy shall share:
Mine, to be forever with Him;