Springs of peace, when conflict heightens
Thine uplifted eye shall see,
Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens,
Peace itself a victory.
Springs of comfort strangely springing
Through the bitter wells of woe,
Founts of hidden gladness, bringing
Joy that earth can ne'er bestow
The Welcome to the King
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 Fathers 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.