I stand upon the mount of God With sunlight in my soul; I hear the storms in vales beneath, I hear the thunders roll. But I am calm with Thee, my God, Beneath these glorious skies; And to the height on which I stand, No storms, nor clouds, can rise. Oh, this is life! Oh, this is joy! My God, to find Thee so; Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear, And all Thy love to know.
