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.
H. Bonar