I came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone!
No stately train, no costly gifts to bring;
No friend at court, save One the King!
I had requests to spread before His throne,
And I had questions none could solve for me,
Of import deep, and full of mystery.

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I came and communed with that mighty King
And told Him all my heart, I cannot say
In mortal ear what communings were they
But wouldst thou know,
So too, and meekly bring
All that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear
His voice of love and power
His answers sweet and clear

O happy end of every weary guest!
He told me all I needed graciously:--
Enough for guidance, and for victory
O'er doubts and fears enough for quiet rest,
And when some veiled response
I could not read
It was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed

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