We see the mountain, fair in morning sunlight,
The grassy slopes where eager people throng
That they may hear from purest lips God's message,
And find the truth for which they seek and long.
And there, amid the gently swaying lilies,
Stands forth the Christly presence, full of grace,
Giving to all those rules for holy living,
If they, like him, would see the Father's face.
We see the near-by humble sparrow flitting,
While joyous bird songs fill the morning air;
And oh, we hear that voice so sweetly tender
Inviting us to note the Father's care,
