Music by Philip P. Bliss, words by Emma Frances Bevan
'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.
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.
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.