#460On the Mountain
Words: A. B. Simpson
Music: J. H. Tenney
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1
I love to climb where Jesus leads far from the Golden gloom;
Up, up the shining mountain steeds, beyond the veil of doom;
Where eagles soar and spirits soar, and angels come and go,
And Jesus waits with open door, and bids my soul to know.
2
I love to be with Jesus, where rolling mists depart;
Where I can see His loving face, and feel His beating heart;
Where I can lay my weary head upon His faithful breast,
And find in Him my all in all, my home, my hope, my rest.
3
I love to lift my eyes above the shadows dark and drear;
Where faith can reach and hope can move, and love can persevere;
Where sorrows flee and teardrops dry, and broken hearts find balm,
And Jesus reigns supremely nigh, and all is peace and calm.
4
I love to sit with Jesus where the glory round me falls;
Where I can hear the music there, and harken to His calls;
Where I can tell Him all my need, and know that He will care,
And He will give me all I need, and more than I can bear.
C
Chorus
On the mountain, on the mountain, where the golden sunlight gleams;
On the mountain, on the mountain, God is nearer than He seems;
On the mountain, on the mountain, I can see my Savior's face,
On the mountain, on the mountain, I can feel His wondrous grace.
Additional Information
Scripture References:
Matthew 17:1-9, Exodus 24:12-18
Quick Info
- Hymnal
- Christ in Song
- Number
- #460
- Language
- English
- Year
- 1900