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The Bride
P. G.
'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 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, Radiant, still, and fair; But the Bride the Father gave Him Yet 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 fair 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 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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