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THE BRIDE

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.


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