The Bride

’Midst the dark­ness

storm and sor­row

One bright gleam I see;

Well I know the bless­èd 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 bless­èd 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 in the de­sert

Ever draw­ing near.

There

made rea­dy are the man­sions

Radiant

still and fair;

Bur 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.

O the bless­èd 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 there 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 for ev­er with Him;

His

that I am there.