On the Mountain

1I 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.

RefrainOn 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.

2I 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.

3I 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.

4I 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.