I look away to the mountains
Lying in golden light,
And watch the soft cloud shadows
Across their slopes take flight.
So fair they seem in the sunlight
Or in purpling eventide,
When over their sleeping summits
The bright stars seem to glide;
And again when dawnlight wakes them
With touch of softest rose,
Which deepens in its radiance
Till morning brightly glows.
We know they do but hint to us
Of things above the sod,
And through their loveliness we see
The fairer hills of God;
Those heights divine where we may feel
Love's presence, close and dear,
And see the beauty of God's world
Forever shining clear.
And thus these hills of time and space
Bring tender healing peace—
Assurance that our Father's love
And care will never cease.
