1 ’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 'til I come.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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
Those fair courts above;
He and I together sharing
All the Father’s love.
Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #963
First Line: | Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow |
Title: | Till He Come |
Translator: | Frances Bevan |
Author: | Gerhardt Tersteegen |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |