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




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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;