OH 14:3{
'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.
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
Me 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 I his who comes to nice?
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 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 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 forever with Him
His, that I am there.