Horatius Bonar

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.

O, THIS is life! O, this is joy!

My God, to find thee so;

Thy face to see, thy voice to hear,

And all thy love to know.