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,

    Glorious,
bright, and fair;

But the
bride the Father gave Him

    Still
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
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.

 

     (From
Help and Food, Vol. 3.)