John xiv. 3.
'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.
P. G.
