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, Meher Baba!
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 Baba come into your life;
The joy of His Love to you He would bring—
Come into the sunlight and walk with the King.