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 waiting, watching,
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 hand 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.

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 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 for ever
There in me displayed.

He, who in the 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.