While, out in the night damp, weary and late,
The King, with a gift divinely great,
Waited to make me glad.
Old fears, that hung like a changing cloud,
Over a sunless day;
Old burdens that kept the spirit bowed,
Old wrongs that rankled and clamored loud—
They have passed like a dream away.
In the world without and the world within,
He maketh the old things new;