In valleys where the mountains rise,
Beneath the vast and watchful skies,
There walks a king so calm and wise,
With truth and kindness in his eyes.
A crown he bears, yet humbly leads,
To serve his people’s hopes and needs,
Through forest trails and distant lands,
He guides with heart, not just commands.
His people gather, close and near,
He names their joy, he hears their fear,
No heavy throne can hold him back,
He walks the long road, never slack.
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
He walks with them, close by their side
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
A steady light through night and day
He finds the road, he shows the way
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
In times of storm, he stays the same,
No borrowed glory feeds his name,
He shares the bread, he knows the ground,
Where tired hands and truth are found.
He speaks with care, he moves with grace,
He meets each soul face to face,
And when the dark comes rolling in,
He lifts them up to rise again.
His people gather, close and near,
He names their joy, he hears their fear,
No heavy throne can hold him back,
He walks the long road, never slack.
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
He walks with them, close by their side
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
A steady light through night and day
He finds the road, he shows the way
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
Not wealth nor power shapes his reign,
But open hands and fields of grain,
A quiet strength, a watchful aim,
To guard the weak and lift the flame.
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
He walks with them, close by their side
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
A steady light through night and day
He finds the road, he shows the way
His people’s hope, his nation’s pride
