I Walk with the King

In sor­row I wan­dered

my spir­it op­pressed

But now I am hap­py—se­cure­ly I rest;

From morn­ing till ev­en­ing glad car­ols I sing

And this is the rea­son—I walk with the King.

I walk with the King

hal­le­lu­jah!

I walk with the King

praise His name!

No long­er I roam

my soul fac­es home

I walk and I talk with the King.

For years in the fet­ters of sin I was bound

The world could not help me—no com­fort I found;

But now like the birds and the sun­beams of spring

I’m free and re­joic­ing—I walk with the King.

O soul near des­pair in the low­lands of strife

Look up and let Je­sus come in­to your life;

The joy of sal­va­tion to you He would bring—

Come in­to the sun­light and walk with the King.