Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow

’Midst the darkness

storm

and sorrow

One bright gleam I see;

Well I know the blessed morrow

Christ will come for me.

’Midst the peace

the joy

the glory

And the light

God’s own

Christ for me is watching

waiting

Waiting ’til I come.

Long the blessed Guide has led me

By the desert road;

Now I see the coming splendor

Splendor 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.

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.

O the blessed joy of meeting

All the desert past;

O the wondrous words of greeting

He shall speak at last!

He and I together ent’ring

The fair realm above;

He and I together sharing

All the Father’s love.

Where no shade nor stain can enter

Nor the gold be dim

In His 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.