I stand upon the Mount of God With sunlight in my soul;
Thy way, not mine, O Lord! However dark it be;
Upward, where the stars are burning, Silent, silent in their turning
O strong to save and bless, My rock and righteousness
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face, But that is all.
Blessed be God, our God, Who freely His beloved Son up gave His enemies to reconcile and save: Blessed be God, our God. He spared not His Son: 'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear, 'Tis this that silences each rising fear, He spared not […]