Coming to the King by Frances Ridley Havergal
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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 Fathers 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 Gods grace for ever There in me displayed [Illustration] 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 |
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