Court of the King
the staff that had failed in my need
Where the road had been stony and steep;
With the lamp that was smoking and dim,
Though the darkness was growing more
Weary, too weary to pray
And too heavy-hearted to sing,
with the toils of the way
I came to the court of the King.
where the fountains fall cool,
Their waters unfailing and pure;
where the ministering palms
Stand like His promises sure,
Oh! there was
peace in its shade,
Oh! there was rest in its calm;
And its sweet silences
On my bruised spirit like balm.
did I kneel in His court,
And walk in His garden so fair;
All I had lost
or had lacked
I found in His treasuries there;
Oil to replenish my lamp,
His kindness a crown for my head,
For the staff that had wounded my hand
The rod of His mercy instead.
garment of praises I found
For the sullen, dark garb I had worn,
of peace for the feet
That the rocks and the briers had torn;
my mourning He gave,
Making my spirit to sing,
And, girded with gladness
I passed from the court of the King.
He restoreth my
soul: he leadeth
me in the paths of
his name's sake.